a fantastically unproductive weekend indeed.

These pictures are random but I like them.

last night was the most fun i've had in an extremely long time. ending up in a basement at 6am with some old Knickerbocker's was probably one of the best things ever.

I have six drawings due tomorrow at 2:30. None of them are done. Tonight is going to be fun for sure. I'm looking forward to it.

I want to create some amazing drawings to turn in that have creative direction and fantasticness.



I just remembered why I blog on xanga where it's private.


Winter storm in our 7-day-forecast! Oh my! Schools might close, not ours. Never ours.

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are we living in a Brave New World?

You have to have read Brave New World for this to make sense...
if you haven't... you should. but you should also google it right now so you can know what i'm talking about.
I saw this picture just now. Click it. Read it.

It's so true, isn't it? We have been lulled into a culture of over information, mass media, and complacency. We are drugged into being ok. I mean think about this: how many people do you know who are currently taking prescription meds? You take those because they say you need them right? How many of those people are taking anti-depressants or mood stabilizers or something else that resembles the drugs in Brave New World? Soma, wasn't it?

It's bizarre how willing we all are to just accept things from other people's perspectives and to never really question it, and to never realize that by burdening us with over information and by perpetuating this culture they are essentially lulling us into complacency.

How 'bout them apples?

remember when i used to blog?

I do. And it was good for me. and theurapuetic and whatnot. and i felt good about writing and had important and insightful and meaningful things to say about me and about the world i live in. I had things to share with you. I had things that were just so important to share with the whole entire world that i felt as though i'd burst into a bagillion pieces from keeping it all in anymore. And that was just the things I needed to share becuase they were so insightful. I had things to share about who I was and what that meant and how I felt. But those things don't come to me anymore. Instead of sitting and writting fun things about the world and insightful things I sit on my couch and play video games.

I am looking to be inspired again.