Remember O Most Gracious Virgin Mary

COMMUNICATION.  That is the problem.  If people would juuuuuuuu-u-u-u-u-u-u–u-ust communicate.  If people would just say. SAY.  And choose carefully the words they use.  But even then, one word can mean a zillion different things to each person.  BUT that is PRECISELY why we need to communicate…because if YOU take something differently than what I mean to say, and YOU dont tell me i’ve offended you, you’re going to carry on begrudging me of something im not aware of….and then you’re going to become more angry because I act like nothing’s wrong…..BECAUSE to me, nothing IS wrong.  SO. Let’s get it cleared up and save ourselves from unnecessary conflict. AMEN.

um, yeah, done with that.  just say. thats all we need.

k moving on…

FYI:

    Paper that has a weight of 80 lbs+ turns me on.  

   Illustration board….OMG.  Let’s just say this.  If you want to seduce me,  Illustration board is KEY.

And you know what?  I have to change something.  I have written down somewhere that I’m full time artist, part time lover.  This statement is incorrect. 

Art=love.  art IS love.  But wait.  God is love.  So is art my god?  My God is art?  

sure okay.  that can work.

HOWever. I am an artist. which means i CREATE art.

   so if art = love, and i create it.      I create love?  I create my God?   

whoo…..thats crossing some lines there isnt it???  heh.

So, im not going to continue here….i’ll resolve by saying:   I’m a full time love maker:  ART.

Fragments of a typical conversation with The Samurai (not quite soused yet), that crazy mofo:

“…..You see, I ALWAYS lose.  AT EVERYTHING.  Everything. Games, sports, spelling….

You know Donkey Kong 64?  NO ONE ever beat me…i mean i played my dad, my dad’s friends,  my friends, my friends’ friends…it was a contest see, people played me to see if they could beat me…NO ONE could.  But one day i was playin the computer.  AND i swear. it was cheatin, the GD thing.  And you know what. That Princess…i swear that daym princess was cheatin and at the last minute she f’in beat me by 2pts…the f’in Princess cheated …..and i was so mad…you know what i did?  ill tell you what i did…i cried.  i was so mad, i cried.

…Sports: I lose. ALL sports. Baseball, basket ball, track, table tennis-”

“Hey, we should go one day and play some the sports we suck at, and play em really bad-”   

“water polo, soccer…croquet…sheet I don’t even KNOW how to spell that… 

 Crowkay? see? that makes sense to me.

That other way…ABsolutely no sense….Like look at the word BRICK.  It should be BRIK.  Honestly who the hell thinks it’s their job to put a GD ‘C’ in there?  Lemme see… what are some other good ones? NEIGHBORHOOD…now how the hell would YOU spell it: nay-bor-hood.  Mongolian beef…..how the fcuk an I supposed to spell–?? Oh wait that, that one makes a little bit of sense to me…That one’s okay.

I’m just full of stupid ideas.”

I’m sorry The Sam, you was jist crackin me right up and i felt the need to share.  It’s always a lively conversation, talking with this character.   Little does he even know, it brightened up my yucky day. 

***I think women see me on the cover of magazines and think I never have a pimple or bags under my eyes. You have to realize that’s after two hours of hair and makeup, plus retouching. Even I don’t wake up looking like Cindy Crawford.
- Cindy Crawford ***

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***I think women see me on the cover of magazines and think I never have a pimple or bags under my eyes. You have to realize that’s after two hours of hair and makeup, plus retouching. Even I don’t wake up looking like Cindy Crawford.
- Cindy Crawford ***

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Okay, this is steeewwwwpid perhaps to some, but i have to write it:

art is everywhere.

I cannot stand how most people are blind to these beautiful things/sights/sounds/beings/events surrounding us everywhere. all the time.

LOOK at where you are. What are you doing? Who are you with?

check.

strange.  I feel like this year is just beginning. (technically, it is…its June.  but i’m speaking school term wise.)  Like fall and winter quarter were just….something else.  I don’t know.  I do.

As life would have it, an unexpected phone call was recieved which gave unexpected news.  And it is very possible that by as early as tomorrow, I may find myself in an unexpected situation for the summer.  YES.  THAT…….might perhaps be……EXCITING.

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How did that sun rise? 

How did this come to be? 

                                                                                    Do you like me?

                                                                                       yes          no

                                                                                    circle one please.

yeah, it’s late—errr early….I hava finish writing my paper.  I got distracted! leave me alone!

I’ll be done tomorrow. done.  with the steewwwwpid dorm living…hopefully.  with the foundations. with the papers. with the tests.  with the school.  for a few months.  BUT NEVER WITH THE ART!