My Little Hideaway

Almost done the suckiest proj of the semester, which may not have been so sucky if I had been paying attention and got an interesting part. I got an eyebrow... and not even a full one! Just one half! Auuuuugh. At least it's easy.

Today was fun. It was the last ceramics class (noooooooooo...) and we had a feast/final exam. The exam was like hippie/discusion. We had to share our feelings about clay, and then give our opinion on pottery as an art form and where we think it is going. I said that although I like it, it's a dying art form in a funtional sense, at least with the way the world is now. And it was fun watching Christine get offended over Melanie saying that to really be an artist you have to pretty much be just you, no children, nothing. For those who don't know Christine, she gets offended very easily over everything. :D Gotta love it! Also the one guy... whathisname, said that he too the course to add to his skills for when the world ends... WIN.

Also, end of the world win: Henry says that if the world does end in 2012, we must be there with our sketchbooks, sketching it ♥

My mother is asking what I want for x-mas, I keep saying practical things, like a teapot or an easel. She has asked "Is there anything you really want?" But all that goes through my head is: DOLLDOLLDOLL

Auuugh!

So, I went and cleaned out ALLL of my junk from my old room, because we have a buyer! Yay! But, the job took two days. I am shocked by what was in there... ten years of, well GRIME. I found most of the stuff I've been missing, like my 9th grade yearbook (we all look funny), and ALL my old sketchbooks. Which makes me feel old, incredibly old. And looking through them I wish I could go back, kinda. Like I definately am better now, and I can realise when I suck, but back then I was just so much more free. I could cram those things full of drawings that I put my heart and soul into! But, looking through them, from sixth grade to twelfth, the drawings dwindle, and even though they get better, they get sparser and sparser. I don't really know what exactly happened (probably a lack of stimulation, because my new one is full :D ) But that is why I didn't get into OCAD. I lost that passion I had way back when, that thrill drawing gave me. I think getting rejected was the best thing for me that could have happened. It gave me a jolt, got me back on track. Back when I was young, I wanted to get better, but you know what happens, you grow up, you improve, and I had no more goals (and probably some ego as well). This year I realised: I'm not that good. Sure I'm better than some, but there is so much more I could be doing, learning, and improving on.

Luckly, I have that back now.

However... I still am not sure what to do with my life.

Hmmm... What will they be?

I'm thinking:

~cook more
~draw more (more to life than painting)
~Make some Macarons

Hmmm... anything else? Seems like a very exciting year ahead of me.



Some macarons ♥