TsarminA

My poetry has caught fire.  I'm a burning scarecrow with words for stuffing. Sometimes, I can feel my dorm breathing around me.  First semester saw a 4.0 and a letter from the Dean.  Fists tied, I beat college. I'm doing as much modeling as possible.  Camera whore?  Yes.  Narcissist?  No.  If i liked the way i looked, i wouldn't feel the need to reassure myself through a Nikon lens. A Photoshopped Nikon lens. Fuck natural beauty. These are rants for another time. April will see me in Pittsburgh for an anime convention.  I'll be the Asuka with sequin converse.  Take my picture. Let's get sushi, then make fun of vegans for shunning breas

yet another play has come and gone.  what is it with me and theater?  now that i'm actually getting cast as interesting characters, I can't seem to give it up. let's see, let's see... writing-wise, i started something really good, but i saved it on the school network computer so it probably won't be making its way on here for a long time. art-wise, i finished the huge self-portrait for class, and am now working on a series of watercolors. music-wise, i wrote a song that sounds...well, trippy.  Considering where i get my inspiration, this isn't surprising. life-wise, i'm down and up, up and down.  I really want school to be over.  I wish

listenin' to OLP, shopping for clothes I can't afford, livin' the life. Finished a non-objective drawing for art.  It looks like a psychotic rendering of a Dr. Seus illustration.  I'll be starting work on a drawing of george gershwin at his piano soon. :) Rolling into the second weekend of Funny Valentines.  The play is an actor's nightmare.  Every scene is over-written, making a lot of the dialoge, and even some of the action, unecessary.  There are crosses written in where the characters have no motivation to cross, and a lot of the dialouge isn't realistic, which is frustrating when you have a director who wants you to play for realism.