Saturday, February 27, 2010

Friday, February 26, 2010

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Nobody's buying anybody

Today was sort of George Harrison's Birthday. Sort of. In an interview he said that he was born right before midnight on the 24th, but they put the 25th on his birth certificate. So, legally, today was his birthday. But not. Hm. I suppose he celebrated on the 24th then maybe? Weird. I don't know. Either way, thought of George today anyway!

Also went to the movies and saw a movie. It was a pretty good movie. In the movie, two federal marshals went to an island to find a missing patient of insane asylum. And then.... I told you so, I told you so, I told you. Go check it out if you can!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Happy Fiddlesticks Birthday!

In case you didn't know, today is the day that Jamie was born. Despite that fact, life had to go on. I still had to attend my classes. Unjust? Quite! After all that learning nonsense, I met up with the birthday girl and the Matty Coco himself for s'more s'mores. Not only was it a splendid way to ring in her 26th year, it was also a nice end to a pretty craptastic day for me. We were further blessed to have a holy visit. Yes, Sweet Jesus stopped by to bless Jamie's coming year and to greet Philadelphia! It was.. well.. sweet! I can say no more.

Hope your birthday was just as sweet, Jamie! xo

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

This isn't what the indians and the pilgrims did



My windshield wipers decided not to function and thus caused me to miss my first class. Due to this, I had to drive up to the train in rush hour traffic. But it wasn't so bad because it made it a lot easier to find a parking spot and I got a lovely picture of the sun setting. A sight I rarely see from the train platform. Then I got to draw a naked man's feet for three hours.


ps. And at midnight, someone turned 26....

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I love my puppy!

Five years ago today my mother and I got up bright and early and drove to the Philadelphia International Airport to meet with a woman that was bringing a special delivery to us in a little black bag from North Carolina. Drugs? No. Exotic fruits? No. A tiny little black monster? You bet your sweet ass! I became the very proud owner of a very special little monster that I named Gizmo Wilkerstintious in honor of my dear, beloved friend, Chilly Willy. Since then Gizmo and I have been like white on rice. Recently my mother described Gizmo as the safety blanket to my Linus from Peanuts. I think that's pretty cute, though I'm surely not as articulate.

Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovers out there!

Friday, February 12, 2010

No, you don't know me.



I probably have about 35 versions of this same picture. I love all the different shades and variations of the clouds and the sky. It's never the same, but it's so beautiful. This is the view from my window. But in the next few months, maybe it'll be a different view! More on that later! Hopefully not too much later though. Hm. I shouldn't be counting my chickens before they've hatched...

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I can't believe it's not summer




I don't know why my school canceled classes for today and tomorrow. Seems a little wussy to me. It didn't even barely snow. Look at that. It's nothing. You can barely see any snow at all. So ridiculous. I missed a midterm test because of all this "snow". Give me a break, Ai.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Bullocks.

I am one lucky son of a gun. On any usual day, I could drive around and around the parking lots of the Collingswood Train station and never find a spot. But on a day when a lot of the spots were filled with mounds of snow rather than cars and the street parking was equally as snow filled, I was able to find a spot in the main lot. I can see the draw, though. When I returned to my car later, I found a quaint little package on my windshield. Within was a pouch of candy and a very lovely card congratulating me on my survival to my car. I really think I should have received the latter part when I arrived at my house, though. It had begun to snow again when I left the train station and grew worse and worse the further south I got. About 10 exits from mine, the roads were essentially completely unplowed and were covered in snow. Normally I would be driving about 75mph all the way home, but I was barely able to go over 40 without feeling the slippy slip under my tires. It was even worse off the highway. I didn't get over 20mph. Every red light I hit was a pain in the ass. My tires did not want to grip when I had to get moving again. It was ridiculous. All fresh and slippery. I'm pretty good at driving in the snow and I wound up getting a headache just from focusing on the road for so long. The conditions were ridiculous. This winter is bullocks.

Monday, February 8, 2010

It's a work in progress

Since I got a majority of my work done yesterday, I decided to do something that I'd been putting off for -whew- a long, long time. I can't even tell you. It's probably coming up on a year. I started it. Just drew the image in pencil and put it away. I wasn't sure how I was going to go about painting it. I wasn't keen on painting it with oils as I would completely lose my penciling. In my color theory class, we've been working exclusively with acrylic paints. I've never been a fan of acrylic paints, but I'm really starting to enjoy it. I still prefer the final look of oil, but I like that the acrylic paint dries quickly on the canvas so I can work for longer stretches of time. I didn't really take full advantage of that today, but I thought I'd show something in mid-progress for once. It's no where near finished, but at least it looks different than it has for nearly a year.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Forgive my ignorance, I am from abroad




All I did all day was school work. Manipulated things on photoshop for a long time, worked on my English paper for what felt like an eternity, and finished up some other things. Oh, and I also helped my mom decorate some cookies. Other than that, I just did school work. I don't know where the time goes. It just slips by. Sucked away in toil.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Another snow post





All these snow posts must be getting pretty tired. Well, get used to them. It seems they're not going anywhere fast!

This is called foreshadowing....

Friday, February 5, 2010

That looks like my parent's car

Due to the threat of more snow, I got up and got some things done and picked Jamie up so we could enjoy a few hours like normal sane people that haven't been in cooped up in their home for days on end. We didn't go far, though. We just went down to the farm and had a late breakfast. Some call that dinner, I think. Anyway, while dining, the snow began to fall and then shortly so did a small girl who ran full speed at a parking marker and proceeded to slide across the salted cement face first. I shouldn't have laughed inside, but I did. She wasn't really hurt. She didn't even cry; she just whined a spine grating whine. It was really her precious child ego that was bruised. Be that as it may, she had to have seen that shit. It was painted BRIGHT YELLOW.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Winter's long lament





I can't wait til I freeze all day because of air conditioning. At least then I can go outside and warm up. All I've done for a month is freeze inside and outside all over Philadelphia.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Fists of Flurry

You have no idea how hard this shot was to get. It's crap, but it's the best I could do under the circumstances. You can't get that dog to stay still at all in the snow! Stupid little fool. I hate snow. Why was a cursed with a dog who loves it? Was it to make me appreciate it? His reaction to it is the only thing I like about it. The absolute only thing, really. Congrats, Gizmo. You gave me something to like about snow.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Do you understand the words


I really haven't enjoyed any of the papers I've had to write for my English class. I suppose it goes without saying that papers aren't fun to write, but I'm just coming to find more and more that I don't enjoy the task of writing, in the formal sense. I know I'm not alone in it, but sometimes I think that perhaps I shouldn't hate it cause I'm relatively good at it. I've always excelled in all of my English courses. I don't know. Just some thoughts that have been kicking around. I won't worry about having a purpose or conclusion to this, though. In other words, my dog is distractingly cute.