Welcome to my home, stranger.
Please, do come in.
Not that you wouldn't have had I not said anything.
We need to concentrate
on more than meets the eye.
It's called "change of pace."
I've been a citizen of our fair Elftown for a little over six years, and it never gets old.
I'm currently enrolled in a local community college as a graphic design major. Unfortunately, the job market isn't really in high demand for artists, so I'll probably end up going to school for several more years.
I'm taking four courses right now: Printing Technology, Graphic Design Production, Web Production and Concepts of Computing: Information Processing.
Here's a breakdown.
Print Tech is basically a sister class
to Graphic Design Production 1 (GDP1). It
discusses the history behind printing, the
different types of printing (lithography,
xerography, etc.) and how it relates to
graphic design. It's actually pretty nifty.
[Graphic Design Production 1:]
This is the first of a series of classes
dealing with production alone. Graphic
Design 1-3 was about concepts of design,
creating artwork, just a general overview
of everything. Production focuses on layout
(i.e. magazines, ads, web pages, etc.) and
design primarily, as opposed to refining
Basically, same as GDP1, only specifically
for the web. Also, my teacher is a Nazi
[Concepts of Computing: Information Processing:]
This class is basically a general guide
to computers and everything that entails.
Software, hardware, storage, production,
connection, I learn about it all. Too bad
the class is boring because the teacher
lectures straight out of the book.
For the record - I had no idea being an art major would be so blasted EXPENSIVE.
That's why they call them [starving artists], I suppose.
Enough about me.
Let's talk about what you think about me.
I adore music and poetry. It goes hand in hand with loving to sing.
I also love art. It makes me happy inside.
And some of it even makes me happy in mis pantalones.
Not that you needed to know that...
I'm also an avid photographer, though I haven't had much time to do much lately, as I am so busy with college.
I write occasionally, and draw inspiration from many poets, artists, musicians, places, people and all sorts of things.
My latest surge of creativity can be blamed on my boyfriend, David, who may well be the last man I ever kiss for the rest of my life.
You've brought me so much, my love. I pray that I might be just as much as an inspiration to you as you have been to me.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
I have a wiki of my own (the only one I seem to acknowledge anymore) that's merely for my poetry. It needs a bit of updating, but if you're interested at all, drop on by.
Apathetic Emotional Management
Your best friends are really you in disguise.
In my time here, I've come to know some of the greatest people.
Yes. I do love them like a fat kid loves cake.
I crave cake now.
And I told them all the little things.
And every little detail made them cringe.
Yes, I'm overweight.
Getting serious now.
Yes, I'm comfortable with that.
I am enlightened.
I'm a smoker, and while I'll probably regret it when I'm forty, [I don't particularly care right now
I'm an occasional drinker [but I'm so fun when I'm hammered.
I am art. I am creativity. I am whole in all the ways I never knew I could be.
I am slowly accepting my self-worth.
Music calms and completes me.
My friends complete me. They are the most beautiful people this generation will ever see.
I have come to terms with the fact that I am not perfect, that I will make mistakes, and that in time, I shall be forgiven.
I am patient, but I hate waiting.
I have realized that some days, I'm extremely fake, because some days, it's just not worth it to be yourself.
I am a glutton for pleasure [but anymore, everyone is
I don't condone the use of drugs, but that makes me a hypocrite. [Everything in moderation.
I can always find something to smile about. It may take me a while, though.
I have been ruined from the inside out by "friends" who didn't deserve my time.
I am being rebuilt by friends whom I don't deserve.
I am naked, alive, completely unhindered. I am in love.
No matter how your heart breaks, love deserves as many chances as your strength is willing to give it.
Some days you fly. Some days you fall. Some days, you say, "Fuck it, I'm not getting out of bed." And that's okay.
I have grown to appreciate the silence.
I am never alone, [I have friends in strange places
I am, and forever will be, a follower and worshipper of our Mother Goddess. Blessed be.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
That I shall say goodnight.
'Til it be 'morrow.