August 2010
3 posts
i give up.
i give up on art. i give up on getting out of here. i give up on trying to achieve whatever it was i was shooting for.
July 2010
1 post
April 2010
1 post
rebel grrrl
walking, smoking, pictures, pink hair, honking, yelling, staring, photo taking, smoking, walking, bikini kill, walking.
growing.
March 2010
1 post
February 2010
1 post
I Like You.
January 2010
3 posts
Useless
I want to help you. I want to make it all better. I want to be the person you turn to.
But im so bad with words. If you could read my eyes and my energies, you would understand. I wish i could make you better. You don’t burden me; You aren’t going to be one of the people that i have to rid myself of. Don’t worry. Don’t hold back.
December 2009
1 post
She-Problems. Anarcho-Feminism. and Riotgrrrl.
She can’t stop holding on. But I don’t want to hurt her.
She ignores me, still. But why do I care?
She wants more than I am willing to give her. And it’s my fault for leading her into something I don’t actually want.
Through radical philosophy and high-pitched bratpunk, I am making myself a stronger woman person.
November 2009
1 post
i want.
i want to go thrifting.
i want to get my hair cut, and dye it back to pink.
i want there to be more time. this break seams to be entirely too short and planned.
and for that matter, just a little more money. i dont want to be rolling in useless things. but a little more money would be nice.
i want to starrt making my own clothes, etc.
i want to public skate with the roller girls, since i cant...
October 2009
4 posts
2 Female Artists!
I was driving today, and i saw a sign outside of a tattoo palor that was advertising “2 Female Artists!”.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Do they think that that is a selling point? Is that special? Unusual? I mean, i personally dont want to patronize an establishment that thinks saying “We hire women! Look at us!” to the world isn’t going to offend anyone.
...
untitled
im starting to not care again.
i have to get a grip on school (she says with such distain). but why? what for?
see?
but i cant not care.
but why? why do i have to care?
fuck. this happens every few monthes. my parents are gripping to what they have left; promising to pull strings and let me get and pay for a tattoo if i get straight a’s, looking into art schools, because real...
c.a.p.s.i.z.e. all the way home.
im going to the wild.
m.i.s.s.m.e. all that you want.
you’re gonna wait awhile.
conflict.
…i might be cheating on death cab for cutie.
with iron & wine.
death cab has been my default favorite band, no matter what for like 6 years. even if i hadn’t listened in months.
but lately….iron & wine might actually, dare i say it….no i can’t.
this is a very difficult internal conflict. i seriously feel like im being unfaithful.
:(
September 2009
11 posts
great. day.
day starts with j. brown, my art teacher, taking me to school. so precious! i finished my still life, printed my lino and started my other assignment. had a bio lab, ie DIDNT take notes again.
and then skipped 6th hour with my best friend, stole creggos car(neither of us have our licence), went to sonic, to the park AND put gas in it. got back just in time for a fire drill, so we didnt have to...
“Yeah, man, go for it. I mean, Evil Knievel does shit like that all the...”
– -Man At Coffee Shop
spectacle.
i dont know if i want to identify myself as a “lesbian”. i know i like women. i am very sure of this. but im fuzzy as to whether or not i want to be “that lesbian”. i guess there isn’t a way for a woman to love other women, have no desire for a man, and not be a lesbian.
looking back on my childhood, i’ve always been that lesbian. being teased in the second...
andriod
i was mistaken for a boy today. i don’t know how to feel.
she's the last of her kind.
sometimes it hits me how much something has impacted me. like Ani’s beautiful words. a person. an encounter.
Its amazing.
“i cant be the only whatever i am in the room.”
that single lyric has made its way into my subconscience. i find myself sitting in a room. feeling uncomfortable. and then i think. “i can’t be the only whatever i am in the room”. its...
The Cooper Union. AKA: Dream School →
alas.
Im sitting here at the computer, drooling over an art school that i’ll neveerrr, eveerrr get into. I just started my junior year. Pathetic? Maybe.
Oh, Cooper Union. Why? You make my life awful….
I dont even know why i want to go there so bad in the first place. I would pick, like…one of the most difficult schools to get into in the country…
silhouette.
The weather today was everything i love. A slight chill in the air, but the warmth of the sun on my face. It was beautiful.
August 2009
9 posts
I Just Wanted In The Water.
Background: I am in advanced photo at my school. Its a program that technically doesnt exist, so im an enrolled in a photo I class.
My assignment over the summer was to do a series of photos depicting the term “noumena”. Today, when i finally remembered to bring in my photos to work on, mr wakely decided that i need to participate in his photo I deep thoughtful bullshit dicussion. It...
untitled #3
Today was my first day of school. So far, I haven’t picked up any terrible vibes. Hopefully this year wont kill me, i dont think it will I’ve got some great classes and some fine classes. No awful, make-me-want-to-die classes thus far.
After school, my dad took mw to get a new piercing. I got my tragus done. I felt it a lot more than my lip. It didnt hurt all that bad. I just FELT...
untitled #2
Tomorrow is my first day of junior year. In high school of course. Im not excited. In past years, my lack of enthusiasm was based solely on not wanting to get up on the morning, going somewhere i don’t enjoy, surrounded by people i hate. This year, none of that bothers me. Its the looming certainty of failure and stress thats putting a downer on the academic process. Long before the summer...
Barack Obama once applied to appear in a pinup...
fuckyeahfacts:
(World’s Greatest Book of Useless Information)
untitled #1
Flashback: In 2005, my mother and i were in a wreck with a semi truck. 4 years later, to the day, we finally got the settlement, well, settled.
I now a a trust fund with my “starving artist fund”, as zoe has tagged it, that is entirely my money. I will get it when i turn 18. It feels so odd being a “trust fund baby”, though thats not entirely what it is, since its not...
Live Fast, Die Young
I got a new laptop today.
You know what that means, right kids? hopefully more frequent blogging.
As i sit here at a coffee house, debating going outside for a cigarette, listening to strange background music, not reading my book for school, not having enough money for tea, i want this to be my life. I want nothing more than to make art, live, talk, think, dance, and have a good time. i want a...
My assault on the world begins now.
Stop. its blogging time.
Summer is ending entirely too rapidly. Im about to be a junior in high school and i figured “what could be more fun than starting a blog”.
So here it is.
ps, i blog from my phone, but when my laptop is fixed, i promise photos, videos, and more frequent posts.