In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary... come again?

Since school began four weeks ago, I have attempted to watch "Snatch" numerous times, without ever actually finishing, nor following the film by any means. Tonight, I'm trying again. Brad Pitt, Jason Statham, and Benicio Del Torro really just make a girl want to persevere, you know? Usually, though, I abandon my homework and decide that, instead of the painfully attractive "Snatch", which requires more attention that I'm willing to supply, I'd rather something along these lines:

Alas, here we are.



And here is a picture of me with a kiwi I consumed with my hair looking like is usually does these days. Feelin' good, Lookin' good.

END

How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone?

Recently I've been inspired thanks to telling my loved ones how desperately I want to be an excellent painter, but I attempt without success. The loved ones are fantastic, and are usually excellent artists themselves, which allows me to be self-deprecating and complimentary simultaneously! Anyhow, I've finally gotten around to scanning the futile attempts at sketchbook things from this less than productive summer.



The End! I'm proceeding to eat my feelings, listen to show tunes, and fail at painting. See ya!

sundaze

Thanks to valiantly quitting my internship and making a stand against the Book of Faces, I've recently come upon a massive amount of free time; not to say I'm doing anything admirable or remotely productive in this time, it's actually quite the opposite, which is disappointing isn't it? I want to tie dye everything, or make everything black.

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Here are a few pictures from my recent vacation to New Orleans, which was absolutely incredible and southern and perfect, making me want to pack up and move there immediately, alas I am still in this whirlpool that is New York.

then came the worst date, May 21

If Biggie were still alive, we could have a joint birthday party. Maybe a barbecue. It would surely be a blast. I had a small birthday picnic on Saturday and my beautiful friends came to support the beginning of birthday week '10, which has proven mostly miserable thanks to yet another sickness overcoming my fragile immune system. But hopefully I'll be recovered by Friday so I can mope around Brooklyn for my day. School's over, so here are some sketchbook things.

i eat m&m's one at a time

ragefest 2010 holler at your girl

i sleep on a bed made of angel wings

I have been working tirelessly on work for my printmaking class this semester. Tuesday I spent all day perfecting this woodcut.


I'm very drowsy. Bye.

tonight i'm not taking no calls. cause i'll be dancing.

FOOT INJURY SAGA CONTINUES.

I realize that posting photos of my feet doesn't induce any motivation to read this blog of mine, but so be it. I am making notes of my life, and my feet help me travel. Yesterday my dear friend Tori was taking photographs of me and these happened. What the hell is going on here? Feet need to step up to the plate.
To make up for it, here's some stuff:

People I know make me chortle with unacceptable frequency. That's how I like it.
I'm working on a terrible woodcut and a paper about bicycle culture. No sleeping until projects are complete.