I currently use a Canon Powershot S5IS, and considering it’s not top of the line, I think it’s a fantastic camera. Sometime, however, I’d like to invest in a DSLR of some sort. Maybe even try out a Nikon.
Why are you so cool, and what can I do to become cool like you?
It’s not that I’m cool, because in reality, I’m pretty far from it. I’m just myself- I don’t hide who I am, and I don’t fear rebuttal for being myself. Generally, people like it when you’re honest with them, so why would you lie about who you are?
Summer is officially over for me, as band has begun to consume my life once again. And yet, as I feel all the freedom and days of sleeping in fall from my grasp, I can’t help but feel at ease. This past year was a struggle for me, generally more so an inner struggle than any other. Transitioning to a new school, when all you want is to cling to your old friends, makes it even harder than it should be. Luckily, I’ve come to the realization that it’s a-okay to have friends all over the globe.
not bad with the darren painting! did you use acrylics though? i hate acrylics... watercolors is where it is AT! i'm tempted to use oils, i hear they do the work for you but that costs coin.
Yeah- I’ve recently become quite the fan of acrylics, watercolor has never been my strong suit. I’ve heard the same about oils, but yeah, pricing is ridiculous. Gouache is another cool medium, I’ve heard, but it’s also a bit on the pricey end.
Hey, tumblr, Cole and I have the same blanket. Yet another reason he completely freaks me out. I actually didn’t even know we went to the same school for the longest time-tumblr just conveniently suggested him.
I’m fully convinced that if I was actually a female, I’d be you. that doesn’t sound weird does it?
Not really because I’ve basically already accepted you as my long-lost twin brother. Forget Cody, you’re mine.
Firstly, ‘Magnolia Wine’ is a beautiful song sung by the lovely and talented Charlene Kaye.
I feel like I’ve been ignoring my personal tumblr lately. I’m still in a bit of a craze over AVPS. There are just so many lovely people in the production that you can’t help but be starstruck for days (even when you did only watch it on the internet). Irregardless, it has led to my tunneling decline.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk today, an early case of senior fears, with a slight tint of desire have seemed to plague me with thoughts of college, freedom, and independence. All of which seem wonderful, but are also deeply disconcerting.
Not to burden you with the details, but I fear choosing a college. Granted, I know where I want to go, but is it the right choice?
And finally, I spent 53 dollars at the art store today, and all I bought was two canvases, four brushes, and a vial of india ink. Being artsy is expensive.
You could have remained in that same room all night- completely content with the temperature. And yet, the instant you turn off the lights and crawl into that cold and empty bed, you find yourself engulfed in cold and empty thoughts of loneliness. Your body- never seemingly so small, is not enough to fill your queen-sized bed with warmth. And as you stare up at the remaining glow-in-the-dark stars of your childhood, you have never felt so alone.
“This dementor’s kiss has got me feeling sallow and unsure- what would be worse? I wish that I’d had more time with you. Must go on without me, how capitally unfair- we should meet and be torn so swiftly, we both deserve much more.”—Final Breath | The Remus Lupins
I miss you too, Maggie! Gah, I hope you have a lovely time at Carnegie in the fall- I hope to apply, but RISD will forever be my number one. I hope you’re having a lovely, lovely summer. We need to catch up sometime, seriously.
Also, I hope to head to the art supply store soon and purchase some gouache, when I do, I’m definitely calling on you for help!
Standardized tests don't care about your individuality.
They could care less about your different ways of seeing things. They don’t give a rat’s ass about your opinions. Because when it comes down to it, if you can’t vomit up their textbook definitions verbatim, you’re wrong- you’re always wrong.