Mental vomit.

I thank the lords the FB games have lost their luster already so I can move on and waste my time in other ways. Such as
writing on a blog noone in their right mind should care about.

Yesterday I spent the majority of my day saving pictures of every redhead I could find on the web. Fictional ones, that
is. No people, people suck. I think I got as far as even doubling the amount of images I already had in my 'Redheads'
folder.

In doing so, I came across the most gorgeous and inventive of artists. Their creativity and skill is unreal.. And I envy
them so much. Some people see work they admire and get motivated by it. They immediately start working, sketching,
recreating and designing and however their endresult might be ugly as fuck or nowhere near the quality of the work that
started it, at least they got somewhere. They're happy, because they've at least learnt something and have full faith
that if they just keep going they will one day will be as good. This rarely goes so with me.

Whenever I see something awe-inspiring I shut down and wail in misery. When I want to make something equally as awesome,
I even feel guilty for 'stealing' ideas, though knowing fully well it's the only way I can improve. I also sulk 'bout knowing
whatever I'll make will be nowhere as good so instead of working it, however many times needed, I give up before I even
start. Seeing as I'm fully aware of this, though, sometimes I can get myself to push me over that distressed edge and
usually I create something that's okay, even by my standards. Though never more than okay, I'm afraid.

I'll just hang on to the thought that one day, far away, I will kick so much ass I'll need a new pair of Jack boots
each day.

Today I'm gonna do my homework for my first Rietveld 'Drawing' class. Pretty excited about it. Have to run to Harold's
later to pick up some more brushes and another pot of indian ink. It's cold outside. Don't wanna.

Also, I think my mom needs a boyfriend. Or at least a good lay. Or a gag.
I swear it's as I've had a Facebook News Feed for 8 years now.

'Did you know x and x broke up?'
'Have you seen x lately?'
'I was watching TV last night and saw x, you still talk to him?'
'How's things between you and x? Why? Well did you know he went to x with x?'
'You seen x's latest pictures?'
'Well, I think x's avoiding you. What with x replying to x and not to you?'
'You know x's gonna play at x next month? Heard his new song?'

WOMAN, SRSLY? My life'd improve so much not-knowing half of that. And stop asking vague shit like 'Have you seen anyone?'
or 'Have you spoken to anyone? / Did anyone say anything?' and then get your panties in a twist when I reply with 'Yes.'

Worst is, when I turn smart ass and rattle of an incredibly detailed list of when, where and who I've met, what
they were wearing and who they were with at the time, I strongly suspect you only ACT insulted. You crave the information
and it scares me shitless.

So if you'd please stop that (not happening) and getting mad at me for not doing things before I've had time to do them,
things that aren't even any of your business as they concern me and me only, that'd be just lovely. In turn I promise
to stop correcting every thing you say wrong and politely wait the half hour it takes you to come up with names.

Other than that, you're moderately doable.

Dad, you're a sweet guy, but you're being a bloated douchebag lately. You need a mercedes or some shit.

Oh how I wish this was still puberty. (inb4infidelsgoingITSTILLIS)