The are so many things right now that are freakin me out. I'm going to the school
that I worked and sacrificed for, which makes me unbeliveably excited. I'm changing my whole life in less than three months,
(count down anyone?) which is frightening. Too many things, uppers, downers, lefters righters, hitting me in the face
and I'm trying not to flintch, but I'm getting too many black eyes, somethings gonna knock me out.
I've takin solance in drawing pictures in my organizer. I bought some crayons on a whim (I bad ass 24 pack)
at a store the other day, while purchasing a scientific calculator to do physics,
cause I either lost the calculator
I had or I destroyed it.
I'm horrible with calculators.
I tried at studying in the middle of the town green.
I've spent too much time in my room, starin at the same off white wall. Needed to get out.
It was so beautiful that day, I got off work early, grabbed my board,
went to the store, then to the green. I lied down at the park, popped open the first of 5 chapters
I had to read...
and promply fell asleep while diggin the wonderful things of The Miles Davis Organization...
But today, too many things were whirlin in my mind, I got out the apricot
and the orchid and the forest green and the white (who uses white?) and teared of a piece of my
highly organized organizer and went to work.
I started with the first-grader's favorite. The happy house next to the happy tree and the happy sun, all in
colors that didn't match their real life counter parts, all in 2D perspective. It cheered me up alot. So I made another of a guy
just lookin happy, kinda cool and calm. Like I wanted to be.
Then I made a flower with a bee a buzzin around
and a lady bug just chillen, cause I have the worst fuckin allergies right now.
I threw that one away
But the pictures kept me sane, made me remember I can be a kid at any time I want, I don't have to compose
drawings that meet or exceed the quality you find in the Communication Art's yearly book, which my
photography class is subscribed to, and I hog all to myself to marvel at all the creativity.
When I was in Crayon Drawin Age, BC (before computer graphics) I never liked them, I always pressed too hard on the crayons,
they would break and get dull, I'd get the wax all over myself, and that stuff never comes off.
I have so many pairs of pants with red crayon on them.
Crayon pictures looked really bad. I preffered colored pencils, I could press down like hell,
and get a really harsh band of color, but it looked cool, because each drawing was
the use of a whole box of colored pencils, you couldn't even see the paper anymore.
Maybe they changed the secret formula, or maybe I just know how to
finally use crayons, right now its my favorite medium. They just let you be free to make stupid school drawings
and right now, that's what keeps my motor runnnin
