I say, I've seen about a billion episodes of Frasier and still have no idea what to do with those "tossed salads and scrambled eggs"
…they’re calling again.
(via tennisballer)
September 2011
68 posts
August 2011
71 posts
“I am only an artist. My job is to make drawings, not to make sense.”
—william kentridge (via katya-giovanna)
Funny that this 30 Day Challenge specifically how I’ve changed in two years, of all increments of time, seeing as I was literally just thinking about how it’d been exactly two years since I interviewed Jason Mraz. Let’s just say I’ve changed quite a lot. Two years ago, I was barely entering my junior year, writing for a pretty successful blog, and in the dying end of my ‘metaphysical’/’positivity’ phase. To be honest, even though I was most associated with all that stuff, it felt mostly pressured and I wasn’t as happy as I feel now.
Sophomore year of high school had been an odd time of (very tame) social experimentation, where for the first time in my life, I went out with friends regularly, had a ‘crush’, and let my one of my class grades slip to a B. None of that sounds pretty impressive to anyone, I’m sure, but they were big changes. So, once my junior year started a couple years ago, I realized I really didn’t like that version of myself and slipped into a period of heavy apathy, focusing on only the friends I absolutely loved and devoted myself entirely to school work, making a 4.7 GPA my pride and joy. Senior year, though, was near perfection. I met some new people, took easier classes, worked a lot on my art, still had a ‘crush’ but I like to pretend it’s more mature, and was accepted to the colleges I’d wanted to go to (regardless of how nervous I feel about it now). This summer, I both had Julius visit AND put on a collaborative art show from scratch, just because. I feel like people go their whole lives without doing stuff like that.
I’ve also just become a lot more comfortable with myself. I used to see pictures on street fashion blogs (something I’m into, don’t judge hah) and thought them cool, but ‘not something I could pull off’, but in further developing my own style, I feel like I’ve grown in my confidence as a person. I feel comfortable wearing the dresses I always loved now. I straighten my hair more (though curly is still my defiant favourite). I wear make-up. I’ve accepted my femininity as something truly my own, something more than the telling sign of idiocy my bitter sophomore self sometimes saw it as. I wouldn’t ever condone basing your opinion on yourself on looks ever, but I DO support pursuing healthy interests that make you happy. So, while I’ve changed in two years, I think that my current self is the intended result of my decision to change.
My favourite picture in 2009 (one I still really like, by the way!).
Picture from 2011.
(HAH, I look the same. Just with longer hair and a better camera. Hip-fo’-lyfe.)
Went through part two of my wisdom teeth extraction. While it went pretty well and I have no right to complain, I just tried using some mouth wash to disinfect the holes (because, let’s face it, that’s what they are), only to realize that the pain got worse. And it’s the side I sleep on.
I really don’t think anyone realizes how thoroughly weird I am.
When in the company of others, I think I come off as an eccentric, but socially acceptable, personality type—maybe just a stern hipster—but at home, man, even I think I’m weird. Not to say I’m ‘fake’ with others, there are simply things that come to mind when I’m alone that usually don’t when with others. To specifically define weird things I do when I’m alone, I’ll have to go with dancing. No, I’m not the kid secretly learning the Thriller dance in her bedroom, I’m the one singing native american chants and bouncing around in the hallway
…Until I hear footsteps at least.
(Day 1 One: Weird Things I Do When I’m Alone.)
