Elizabethan Eatin

POMPSWILLKILL

Me and She

I haven't completly given up...

the latest...

Another one

Be honest. What do you think?

Embarrassing...

Lessons learned tonight: 1.It is not a good idea for me to get too tired. 2. It is an even worse idea to be around me when I get too tired.

A pain in my butt...

This was fun... yeah fun... uh...

Just in case i forgot....

Being in the actual art program is going to be a very humbling experience. Being in drawing classes with kids that can actually draw really well is a quick reminder of how much i suck. I had the hardest time trying to draw all fancy today. meanwhile the photography kids are all putting me to shame. They don't even want to be in the class! i'm screwed. My left tricep has been like pulsing and flexing itself all day, and it looks creepy. That can't be a good sign.

Papa Steve...

Her Majesty Mabel...

The most spoiled dog you'll meet...

I want...

I want a video camera. I want to make magic.

Kaptain...

Let me remind you...

"“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss... This is still, and will probably always be, my favorite quote. Dr. Seuss's art teacher once got upset with him for looking at one of his paintings upside down. She said something to the effect that artists don't do that, so he left the class and never went back.
I share this quote and relate this story, because I admire them so much. I'm sick of getting crap for being myself and having my own opinions. I have been the same person for a long time now. I know what I like, I know who I am, and I am comfortable with me. I am not obligated in anyway to try and impress you or be the kind of person you want me to be, so stop acting like I do. If you want to jump through everyone's bullcrap hoops then go right ahead, but I won't be joining you.

Holy Holy...

This is one of my favorite spots in Salt Lake. If you don't know why, then you probably don't know me very well.

James Taylor in the dark...

I sat on the couch in Catie's house and listened to the James Taylor record. I really enjoyed it. James Taylor reminds me of my mother more than anything else in the world. She loves him. I also put on a Jim Croche record. I thank my dad for that one. "Every time I tried to tell you, the words just came out wrong. So I'll have to say I love you in a song." I love that i can like identify different people to things like this. I also use things like this to identify with myself. I listen to Modest mouse all the time, and i'm sure people get sick of it. I can't help it. It reminds me of me. It calls up memories of hearing old modest mouse songs in the skate videos I used to watch in high school. It reminds me of my friends at the time. It reminds me of lots of things. I liked me then and when I try to remember that it helps me like me now. I think we all need to be able to Identify with something. I think we need it so much that we will even cherish some of the worst things in life, Just cause they help to define us.

One more thing...

Believe or not, I write songs on a pretty regular basis. I never finish them or share them, cause I worry they are a bit emo. I try so hard to not be, but they always seem to end up that way. Good songwriting is the most amazing thing to me, so I would hate to try and suck. So anyways, here's a verse from one such song, I have music too, but i can't share that here. just tell me what you think and I will delete this in like a day or two. If it's too emo, please please tell me the truth. here it is:

Been seeing faces
In the empty spaces
between the clouds and the dark.

Thought it was God
Was probably wrong
You know the devil looks alike.

Gotten me down
Been cussin out loud
Can't think of anything else.

Hating the wait
They're always late
No one else seems to have a clue.

Creep master-creep...

I saw my intro to drawing teacher tonight at the Gallery 110 benefit, and i think i weirded him out big time. I was really excited to talk to him, because until his class I really didn't have a whole lot of confidence in my work at all. He was the one who told me I would be able to get into the art program if i just tried, that i should start painting, and that I had good ideas. He said at our final critique that my stuff was weird and that he would like to see a whole room filled with just different things i had done. It was seriously the best compliment I have ever received. Even my mom says i'm the weird one out of her sons. But he had praised me for it. Seriously out of everything in the last two years, his simple class has had the most profound effect upon me and my future.

So needless to say i wanted to thank him, but I may have overdone it. I didn't quite tell him everything that is written above, but it was pretty close. He was nice about it, but even kristi said he looked a little weirded out. I don't know why. I kind of would like to be a teacher myself one day, and if i ever do it I would only hope to inspire someone the way he did.

I think it all comes down to me. For some reason compliments, praise, and attention from me is creepy. I live in a world where admitting you recognize or remember someone isn't cool. I just try to be sincere and honest and I guess it's too much for people. I honestly believe people deserve praise for just being themselves. Everyone, if they are being themselves, is amazing! I guess I just want people to feel good about themselves, even if it means that I end up looking like a kook. I'm ok with being a kook.

Good Lookin...

I cheated a little on this...shh..don't tell anyone...

Retardo...