Questioning our individual artistic abilities led some of us into confusion and into the open arms of the Deviant Art website. Or is it lack of attention?
Driving home for college each day, I pass a Chrisitian church establishment. "Do You Know Your Purpose?", the sign declares knowlingly. No, I do not. Won't you enlighten me?
Artistic Opinion
I have always thought of art teachers...What is it with Betty Edwards? What makes a person an Artist? Art classes taught me nothing. Art books taught me nothing. Nothing compared to what I learned from experience. They talk about proportion, they talk about composition, they talk about technique. But there is one single truth I will share with you ~ non of that matters. The only important aspect that must be considered in Art is moving your hand on the surface of the paper. That is all
Life Situations
"You are very unusual."
What? I was startled. He didn't say "seem" or "look", he said "are", like he knew me.
"I get that alot", I reply like an idiot, proccessing in my mind who the hell this guy is, do I know him, and if I do, it would be rude to introduce myself, and why should I anyway, and why is he talking to me?
Unusual. Unusual is an unusual word in itself, so that must mean he was also proccessing other words in his head like "weird" or "strange", and those are way too forward.
Maybe he was just another comrade, but the obvious trace of thought in him made me think about O'Brian, and how he measures up.

"Are you in my class?", a cheap attempt to be casual on my part, I know, but my reaction is not as fast as I fancied.
"No, this is the first time I seen you. First impression, your energy, I guess."
Ahahaha, my aura, I thought, an immidiate, natural reaction of sarcasm.

"What's your name?", the best small talk I could think of.
"Ëugene, what's yours?"
"Paulina", I pull out my hand to shake his, an exellent notion, might I add. He repeats it.
Lyrics of the Day
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings
I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted
Just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Pink Floyd,
Learning To Fly.

Christmas was awful, in a "drinking-too-much" sense, but New Years is looking much better.

I would like to wish everyone Happy Holidays, and I trust your Christmas was full of gifts (and happiness).
A HUGE Thank You goes out to my watchers for all of their support and kind words, and to those few friends who make my inspiration.

Thank you all

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Inspirational Stockings

I am not a communist.
I am not a socialist.
I am not an anarchist.
I do not hate the goverment.
I am not a hippy.
I am not a yappy.

"Gothic" was the architecture style of early Orthodox Christian churches ~
"Gothic" is not mind-set, not a fashion, not a music genre, and it is NOT a lifestyle.

I do not play AD&D.
I do not play DDR.
I do not wear chains.
I do not HIDE.
Black is not my favourite colour.
I do not live in a garage.
I do not own a guitar.
I do not attend conventions.
I do not watch Star Wars.
I do not believe in vampires, faeries, goblins, dragons, ect.
I did not watch Lord Of The Ring.

I am not a prep.
I am not a goth.
I am not a punk.
I am not a label.

That's right!!!!!

No one approves, but I don't give a shit!
Some people are weak. Some people are strong.
That's the best reason I can provide you with.

Yes, I am a puny teenage girl, very UNmanly, and weak in the upper body.
I'm small and my bones are fragile.
To tell you the truth, I am scared. But obviously too stupid to STTOOOOOPPPPPP!!
No, this is what I want to do, and will do.
I'm proud of myself.

My Cadillac was robbed last night.

All of my school work was in it, and it's gone, and so I did it all for nothing.

I fail.