Spring Cleanin

I'm ready for a change. Something. Just when I become comfortable with who I am, something has to change. I guess I'm restless.

These photos on one of my favorite blogs, BLOW, just made me miss my artificial world. The world where I did run away at sixteen. The one where I did hitchhike through the Appalachians. The one where I did end up in Florida. The one where I did smoke cigarettes with my one lover. The one where we did sit on the beach and watch the sunset and rise again just like home. The one where we had one too many scares, and we had one too many failures, and far too many lost jobs. We don't care we're going nowhere because we go somewhere else every month or so.

I'm on the right track. According to society, I'm doing the right thing. But sometimes, I'm jealous as hell of the carefree souls who live life without plans or hope and just live for the warm sunshine through the windows in the morning and the cool open sky at night.

When I'm too busy, all I see is my planner and a post-it note of to-do's. I hate that kind of life. Slow down, take it in. Be stupid, make mistakes, learn from them, kiss gently, then kiss hard and long. Walk backwards, see something you've never seen before.

I think I did that this fall. At the end of the semester, I was sick of it though, so sick. I ended up in way too much trouble and heartache than I wanted. I can't find a balance. The last thing I think I ever want to become is wrapped up in my work so much I miss the hearts walking past.

I can't listen to this new voicemail on my phone until 7pm because I'm out of anytime minutes. Lame.

Soundtrack to this post: my friend's cousin's band. THEY are adorable.

Instances

It's so insane how you can just "run into" people. Especially if you were just talking or thinking about them just a moment before. Life amazes me.

A lot on my mind. This week is about to fly by, I call it.

I need to actually get back to talking about fashion on here. This was meant to be a fashion blog... not my life ramblings. It happens, I guess.


Photo Cred.
Thinking what would have happened. Wondering why things work out the way they do.

About Me, Art, Life

I'm on such a high, nothing can pull my ankles back into the dirt. When I wake in the morning, the air feels crisp and fresh. My tired eyes look out the window with hope and excitement. I'm loving life so much these past few days. I want the hours to keep lasting as long as they do. I may be tired physically, but my appetite for life does not leave me. I've missed feeling this alive. I think I was in such a coma the last few years, now I'm leaving my cocoon with fresh legs.

Went to a gallery opening tonight and listened to the artist speak. Felt like I was back home at the studios. It was glorious. The crowd you find at such an exhibit can be flaky or deep as ever, which I think is part of the fun. Reminds me of the scene in Closer. At the photographer's exhibit. Such a beautiful scene. Such a beautiful movie really. Plus the cast is perfect.

Anyway, after everything I've been through, I feel revived. This hunger for doing something worthwhile and measurable, it's so intense. I never want it to leave. I think it's just a sign that I'm finally doing the right things with my life. I'm back in art. Home. I never want to leave it. It fills me up.

Life is good. Hope your's is too.

Voici des photos de moi, tres content ici.

Cold Nights, Snow Fights, Drunken Heights

Tonight I finished my first drawing for my class. I felt surprisingly confident with the end result. Although not completely satisfied with the overall layout and composition, it felt good to be closer to better line quality and clarity.

The snow is melting today and it's kind of sad. I miss my blanketed earth with the marks of animals scampering around on the ground. I miss watching my hot breath leave my lungs and seep into the black night.

Had a great weekend with 3 of the greatest friends I've ever had. We laughed so hard we cried. We drank so much we passed out on strangers beds. It was a beautiful thing coming back to my room at 2am and seeing all of them squished onto my futon, passed out under the soft, chinese lantern lights. One I met before my memory begins. One I met on the best night of my life. One was the tiny hello in the large hall. My girls. I know our paths may never come together for such a weekend again, but while it lasted, it was such a beautiful thing.

Laundry and reading tonight, library and drawing tomorrow.
It's so good to get back to the life I missed.

Don't Quit

Don't quit when the tide is lowest,
For it is just about to turn

Don't quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.

Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just a while 'til dawn.

Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.

Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh.

Don't quit for you're not a failure until you fail to try.


From a poet, to a kindergartner, to me, to you.

Art classes start Tuesday. My work-outs start tomorrow.

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Something to Ponder

Sexiness for everyone from Glow Berlin on Vimeo.

9 Degrees and Foggy in Paris

Well, vacation is over. So it's back to the crazy campus life.
Wish me luck.

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Addict

Lookbookkk. I love people.

Expectations

What I want out of 2010 in a nutshell.







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We Are Always Running for the Thrill of It

Happy New Year everyone. Hope you had a good one.

After my plans for Florida fell through, my best friend and I decided to hightail it to Indy for a few days for New Years. Had a really great time. I'm not sure why I never looked into going to school there instead; downtown Indy has so many buildings with that old feel I love. I can see myself living in one of those shabby apartments so easily. Someday. Someday I'll have a real place of my own.

We managed to spend a little time down at Broad Ripple. Went to a few local stores, a neat little bagel and sandwich place, and hit up the Egyptian hookah bar for our last night on the town. It was the perfect way to wrap up our trip, munching on some pita bread with hummus, lounging around listening to the Arabic tunes. It felt picturesque, if that makes sense.

So, sadly December has come to a close. Despite the fact that New Year's is my favorite holiday, January is my least favorite month. Boooo.

Here are some pictures from the crazy night, including our cheesy four-way new years kiss and me scuffing up the bathroom floor, which I'm embarrassed to say I vaguely remember. Also you can see my awesome ankle boots. It was definitely a night none of us are going to forget anytime soon...well, what we remember from it now we won't. ;]