more school

You know you've been in school too long when:
1. you can tell which classes you actually have to read the books in by the end of the first week.
2. you don't study for a test and don't worry about how well you did
3. you don't care if you ever get that paper started or finished
4. you procrastinate all homework even though you know you'll later regret it
5. you aren't scared of the teacher finding you wearing your headphones in class

These are things I sometimes do. This week is one of the them. I usually don't do them because I want to do well, but this week, I just don't give a rat's butt about anything. I just want to get stuff done and over with so I can go home and do nothing or do my own artwork. I'm tired, and it's the kind of weary tired one gets from being in school for 5 years and knowing I have another 5 years to go before I'll be finished. Why can't I be done already?!

Anyways, enough boring emo stuff.

Random quote:
Ste: You can sing, you can draw, you're tall, beautiful...you're a freaking Disney princess!

Tired

No insightfulness today. Too tired and grouchy. I've got tons of homework to do but I don't feel like it. I really need to go to town and get some sculpy for a class project, but I won't be doing that because I'm too tired.
So, I'm thinking about buying a new car and I'm really excited about it having locks on the door and a CD player. I don't even care about what else it has, it seems. AC is a nice thing too, I think. I'm going to have to wait a few more weeks to get it, but luckily, one of my besties is loaning me her car to use in the mean time. It's so nice to have friends that I can rely on!
Also, I've been having some great ideas about what to do for my sophomore art show in the spring. I'm hoping that I do well so they will let me apply for a BFA so I can go on to get my master's degree. I'm so excited!
I also have a bunch of October birthdays coming up, so I'lll be busy busy busy getting things done for that. Thank God for an active social life!

school

Ah, art homework. That thing we go to school for because we love it, yet wait until the night before to get the project done. If we make a mistake, we just find another way to work it into that design so we don't have to redo everything because we don't have any time to waste. Surely procrastionation is the true mother of creativity. But why do we wait to do a project until the night before? Because we didn't want to do them in the first place, that's why! Right now, we'll moan and groan until it's done but later we'll be grateful for it and walk around looking at younger art students telling them about how things are only going to get harder and watching them groan and moan. The memory will give us part delight that we no longer have to do that and part sympathy since we understand their predicament. We will ever learn to do our homework before the night before? Possibly, but for right now, no.

heart and soul

What gets the artist in the mood to do art? What sparks the idea?
I've recently learned that songs, mostly lyrics, inspire me to paint something. I hear a phrase and then I've got to illustrate what that looks like. I want to put down what I thought of when I heard it. It may not actually make sense to the song but it's the image that comes into my head. Music influences my art because it influences my feelings and thought processes. Sometimes a song just really illustrates what I'm feeling or thinking about so perfectly that I now know how to translate that into images.
Other times it's seeing another artist's work and thinking,"that's so freaking awesome!" that I want to create that so much! I want to have the same success. When I see a beautiful work of art, I'm inspired to do even better because I know that it can be done and I can figure it out eventually. Sometimes it's harder than I anticipated, so I stop and wait until I'm advanced enough to actually do that in my work. I feel like I have this whole life before me that is meant for me to become a better artist and make amazing works. To me, it's worth living and breathing for.
Because I put my heart and soul and time and energy into my work, it really angers me when others tell me my art should be cheaper. How can they ever say that a part of my soul and heart isn't worth the price? If that's what they think, then I don't want to sell it to them. I want to sell my art to those who will appreciate it like they would a baby, because it IS a baby, and it's the baby of my heart. It's my child. It's what I have the most passion for in life. Everything else is just incidental. I know I'm not as intense as some artists, but I need the fun in order to think and create.

Random quote:
Ker: you're sitting on my feet
Me: well move them
Ker: but then I'll have to spread my legs....

Stuff 'ems

Well, here's to art websites. I love 'em. They are a free way for an artist to get themselves out there and seen online by other artists. Who knows? It could be a way to get a new job! :D Check mine out if you DARE!
www.amethystpurple1805.deviantart.com

www.amethystdreams1987.deviantart.com

www.elfwood.com/~sarah1805

Random Quote:
Eri: "I like the inflatable ones."

Adult

You know, when I was a kid, I thought being an adult would be so fun. I thought I could do anything I wanted, eat anything I wanted, buy anything I wanted. I thought that everything else would be easy. It seemed like the adults in my life knew everything and were awesome in any situation. I thought that when you turned 21 you mystically knew everything there was to know in life.
That's not what life is really like. If I had known how stupid I would feel about everything that happens wrong, that everything would be hard work, that everything is unpredictable, I would not have been in such a huge hurry to grow up. I would have been happier as a kid, I think.
However, I'm always glad that I don't get spankings like I used to. I think that's the best part of being an adult. I no longer have to have that sick to my stomach feeling and hear the blood roar in my ears while my heart races becauase I know I'm in trouble. I just think, "Wow. That was stupid, but that's life."

Random quote:
Luc: But what did that person say? Goldi Warlocks? Goldi...W--
Ste: Whoopi Goldberg?
Luc: Oh yeah!
Ste:*cue hysterical laughter*

Relationships

Do you ever think about the people you used to know in high school? I don't even talk to the people I knew when I was in high school. It seems like another lifetime ago. When I remember the people I thought would be my best friends for life, I think, wow, it's been a long time since I even cared what they're doing. I think about the boys I couldn't stop thinking about and I laugh at myself. I don't even know those people anymore. I have a few friends that are adults and were adults when I was in high school, but as for the people my age, I don't know them anymore. I sometimes wonder how we even became friends. Perhaps all my relationships in high school were too shallow. Maybe everyone's friendships from their school years were too shallow. Maybe I just learned what real friends are. I have to say, I hope that I'm still friends with the friends I have now in 5 years.

Random Quote:
When people keep their eyes open when I make out with them, I feel like they're thinking I'm a weirdo or they're stalking me or something.

Serious?

So, I was trying to figure out a way to make a serious presentation about sex in art but, as it happens, there was mostly porn to look at. Now, I know porn has been around for a long time,but I wasn't aware that it was that graphic back then. I mean, one hundred years ago it was scanadlous to even show your ankles! I'm suprized that European men hadn't decided that women should also wear veils! But I figured porn was just regular old missionary style positions. Who knew I had something else to learn about sex, and from old art, of all things? To make a long story shorter, I decided on a different course of study for my presentation. Let's hope it all turns out for the best, which is a good grade.

Random Quote:
Er: I like the inflatable ones. Wait! I meant the ones that breathe! *turns red and stammers for the next ten minutes*

Sugar

So, yeah. Haven't done anything of worth today. Somehow I used my Jedi mind powers on my brother and got him to thoroughly clean my place. Maybe I should tell you more about me...I'm an artist, obviously, since my username has the artist part in it. I really like sugar. Sugar is good. It makes this sleep deprived artist run on nothing but fumes and willpower. It makes me happy when I'm down. It makes the world go round. Now come on, whose day isn't improved by a nice Snickers bar? Who isn't refreshed after a hot day by ordering a cool snocone? Who doesn't like a little hot cocoa with some cookies after a cold day? I know I do! From now on, I'm giving up men. It's only sugar for me! :D

Random quote of the day:
Sis: Did you see that? He got hot after one kiss.
Me: Is that possible?
Bro: That's how you know you're doing it right.
Sis: How would you know that?
Bro: Ummm.....(turns red)

OMG, guys, OMG

Ah, childhood....the time when we were never embarassed about telling people what we liked and what we didn't like. Who doesn't remember being in love with slap bracelets and gack and nano babies? I was reminded of that today when I found a totally awesome ocean monster doll at the store, a la Barbie. Actually, it doesn't look like a Barbie in the face, but more like the marriage of brats doll to Barbie, if same gender reproduction and subsequent offspring could work between dolls. Well, I bought it for me, but my sister and my friend fought over who could play with it first. And who's the person who has played with it the most? My sister, who is 18. Yeah, she keeps making it have a cali girl accent and is having fun with the detachable limbs. I can now never look at that doll quite the same way since she started making it tell dirty jokes...

Random Quote: (my sister making the ocean monster doll talk) "OMG. Even if I were human, I would still love shopping. OMG." (insert stupidest valley girl accent ever)

Weekend

Ah, the weekend is here! Finally! And yet I still have to go to work and teach karate.

Ah, karate. The only sport that has a useful application in life. The only sport I actually like to do. I incorporate things like yoga into it as well, so that's helpful. I suppose I'll allow that to be a useful sport. Maybe. I think what I like most about it is being the teacher. I get to seem all mystical and omniscent simply because of rank. It's the best feeling, because the rest of the time, I feel like a complete dunce. Unfortunately, my helper knows more than me, so I'm back to feeling like I've got a long way to go. I wonder if that feeling ever goes away. My grandparents used to seem wise and all knowing when I was a kid, but now that I'm older, I see that they aren't. Seems like we go through life without ever knowing what the hell we're doing. Now if this thought process isn't random, I don't know what is.

Random quote:
Forbid me! You can't forbid me! I'm not 27 anymore!

Life is Short. Art is Eternal.

Cool quote by Hippocrates, huh? Heard it in Art History class today. I love quotes. I'm addicted to them. I have a complusive need to collect them they way other people might collect stamps or cat plates, but unlike tacky cat plates, mine are stored in a knowledge bank that is infinite in its storage area capabilites and they can be useful to sound wise and educated in a conversation whether I might otherwise seem like another cretinous individual. They also don't collect dust. However, I most like the quotes that are randomly funny and tickle the brain. I love to hear and read a play on words that instantly energizes my often sluggish mind. My favorite quotes of all usually happen when I'm around my friends. I don't know why, but they are great and can be inserted into any conversation I might have with them at a later date. They're almost like an inside joke but everyone can usually find them funny even if I didn't explain the "hidden" meaning. What quotes do you most like? Tell me!

Quote of the day, via Luc:

Wow! Somebody left this nice little girl for me to rape! (talking about my sister, who is 19)