Guess Who

Got "bored" in Cornerstone.

Pictures of My Messy Messy Dorm

And Another Art Project



By the way, the mess in the dorm room is my room mate's. Seriously.

Eh?

That feeling of not belonging SUCKS.

CHECK THIS SHIT OUT.

http://www.emory.edu/EMORY_REPORT/erarchive/2009/August/aug24/graduate_school.htm

Two Year Art Project Completed

I've been working on this drawing for two years and I finally finished it. I must admit, I did get a bit lazy towards the end so some parts are not as well drawn as others. But I'm done.



I took this picture awhile back at Micah's 15th birthday party, I believe. The story is that after I took the picture, I thought it would be a cool drawing so I decided to replicate the photo with a pencil.
So here's the original photo.



The printer just printed it a bit differently, so that's why some of the shading doesn't match the photo's shadows.

Packing Memories Into Boxes

I said goodbye to two of my best friends last night. I hate saying goodbye. I hate parting from people who I love. But it happens. All the time.
Anyway. Since Monday is pretty much around the corner, I did a majority of my packing today. Made my mom proud. I haven't packed up the clothes I want to take, but I got everything else pretty much. This whole idea of leaving the one place you know the most to go somewhere else and start over is so strange, exciting, and frightening. And leaving for college is such a paradox: you're ready to go live on your own but you aren't at the same time. You want to leave but you don't; instead you want your old life to continue. You want to thrive in the place that makes sense to you. I don't know. That's my perspective of this whole thing. I don't think my parents are ready for me to go. I'm not exactly a pain in the butt...or maybe I am when it comes to work and staying motivated for school. But I haven't done anything to make them fed up with me. Plus, I'm their first kid to actually go relatively far away. Sarah goes to Emory Oxford which is like 45 minutes away from my house. Plus my dad has to go there sometimes cause he works at Oxford too, so he sees her. But I'm not going to Emory or an Emory based school. While an hour and a half is not a strenuous drive or anything of that sort, it's still a good distance. And my parents know they won't see me as much as they see my sister.
It's just a strange experience. Very paradoxical and contradicting.
But it's going to be okay.

Elevator Love Letter

I'm taking a vow of abstinence from alcohol for awhile. Earn my parents' respect back.

Anyway.
The post below is of one of my new favorite songs by Stars. Enjoy. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU7KGcrD_gc

I'm listening to this song as I update my blog. Today was a pretty good day. My mom woke me up at 9:30, rushing my sisters and me out of the house to get to church on time. I took Micah and her friends out to Lenox so I could get a cover for my laptop. Made a REALLY good mixed CD for the car. Then drove to College Park to see my friend and take her to the airport. Now I'm home.

I really hate Sundays. They make me feel lonely and abandoned. Always have. As I sit in my room, typing away and listening to music, I realize how lonely I am.

Anyways. Today I decided I was going to embrace the things I hate. Like shopping, for instance. I cannot deal with shopping. And I had to today. And. It. Wasn't. All. That. Bad. But. I was by myself and I didn't have to worry about anyone...for a little while until Micah texted me and requested that I meet her over at Urban Outfitters.

Allman Brothers are playing now. Blue Sky to be more specific. Sorry I didn't put more of their stuff on your CDs, bud.

I Can't Wait Until Sunday

'Nough Said.