So, this is called "Sleepers."  I did it a couple of years ago.  The medium is conti, and it's true size is around 16X24 inches.  Aren't they cute? Don't they just make you want to run to the nearest pet shop and buy a puppy?  

bare feet in the rain

there's something about spontaneity and randomness that appeals very much to me. for instance, my buddy came over to my house the other night to make cookies and watch a movie till 4:30 in the morning. all because i had a headache all day long and needed to chill. or, today i decided to park my car in the shopping center ten minutes away from school so that i could walk through the rain to class. it was pouring, and there were puddles everywhere, so i took off my sandals, rolled up my pants and went puddle jumping on the way over. when i got to the campus, i got the funniest looks from people. one guy i walked past's eyes went from my head to my feet then stayed there till i walked past. i was in the best mood. or, today when i stopped at starbucks, i found a duck in the parking lot. a duck! when ducks need lattes, our world is in huge trouble. it's been a productive monday, which is nice because usually i hate mondays.

uncertainty

Next fall:
My best friend Emily is going to college in Tennessee. My other best friend Erin is going away to college in Ohio. My other other best friend Victor is going to college in West Virginia. I get to stay here and go to community college. We may adopt a three year old little girl from South Africa. That is wonderful news, but the thing is she has already been adopted. The family that has her now doesn't want to keep her, because she is not bonding with them. She steals food and has left the house in the middle of the night on a few occasions. So, my family is offering to take her in if it doesn't work out with her new family. i am so scared, but so excited. I might go to Africa this summer, but I might go next summer.

I am so tired of all this uncertainty. I feel like I don't know anything anymore, and my world is constantly changing. Work, school, family, friends... nothing will be the same come fall.

There are a few places where I feel at peace. One is the piano in our garage. I'm teaching myself how to play, and it calms my spirit down. The other is my room, at my art desk. I'm going to start a figure study.

What will the rest of this year bring for me? if I knew, I wouldn't be writing in this blog.

alone for now

i love writing poetry. i just thought of this one a minute ago.

can't you see my eyes?
they're brimming with my tears.
can't you guess my age?
i'm not well along in years.
can't you read my mind?
an unmeasurable pain.
can't you feel the cold?
i'm alone in the rain.
can't you understand?
he was my everything.
can't you help me now?
i'm a sparrow with a broken wing.
my eyes are hidden
my age un-summed,
my mind is closed,
my body numb,
i'm beyond saving,
he should have known,
i was too young,
to be left alone.

a ticket

so, today i got a parking ticket.

here's the story: i was at graphic art class and the stamp design i was trying to save was taking a really long time. i was really nervous because i knew that i had put two hours into the parking meter and it had now been two hours exactly. the moment i finished saving my design, i raced down the stairs, out the door, and to my car. there, i found a parking meter guy writing a ticket in front of my car. he said, "is this your car?" and i replied, out of breath, "yes. but i swear, the meter must have run out two minutes ago." he just handed me the ticket. ok, i've never received a ticket for anything. so naturally i was mortified. i cried for fifteen minutes, it's a wonder that i didn't get into a car crash. i wonder why he didn't let me off the hook, i seriously missed it by a minute. jerk...

this is the intro

The other day i was talking to my boss, Jason, about what i want to do with the rest of my life. I've been giving it a lot of thought lately, so i told him i was interested in art and writing. He then asked me if i had a blog. Well, i said no, but then it got me thinking. Why didn't i have a blog? What exactly is the purpose of these thingies? i like to write, and i always have thoughts and ideas bouncing around in the corners of my mind that never get out. And now, here i am. New to blogging, barely knowing what i'm doing but doing it anyway. Getting the thoughts out of the corners and into the open spaces. I guess this spot is mainly for me. Here goes...