Huh.

I had forgotten about this blog.

Welp, update time I suppose.

Let's see. Been near a year since I wrote here. In that year, nothing of note happened. Lots of gaming and unemployment for the first half.

BUT 8 months ago, I started a new job! I am a personal assistant / secretary for an Event Decorating company and for a Leasing Office. Two jobs in one basically. I love it. I love the money. Money is fabulous.

I've started a hard core diet, which I've actually stuck to for two months. usually after the third week I quit. So yay!

That's about it.

Ordinary World

I want to. I do. I want reality back. I keep losing sight of it, sight of the world around me. Is there something wrong with me, that the world of fantasy has sucked me in so hard, that I barely forgot where the real world lies? I finally understand Duran Duran.


And I won't cry for yesterday there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find.


How? How do I get there? How do I leave this one? Will gets me know where, I have such little of it. He... inspires me, and then kicks me down again. I never know, whether to do it for him, or not. Love is a tricky bitch.

Whiskey.

Whiskey. by skittlesrtasty on polyvore.com

My Style, My Niche.

I've been for so long trying to figure out what my art style was. Like Romero Britto and his particular style, or Andy Warhol, and his. What was mine? I always wondered. I went through several painting phases, and nothing felt at home. Nothing felt like it was mine. But yet, it was always there in front of me and I never saw it.

There has only ever been one painting I did, that I truly was satisfied with. The only painting I ever sold. I go back and look at it often. That was it! That was my style. I used to mindlessly doodle in notebooks in this style. I never really took notice that... this was it. This is what I did. My art form was eclectic, messy, wild, but in a way had it's own form. Had a life of it's own.

And I intend to begin more works like it. I've been toiling away, looking for canvases in my closet, making room to start. I'm really rather eager to begin exploring this style, exploiting what I already did. I shall include some pics now of my original painting. There will be more to come soon hopefully.

Unforgettable.

Rooney Mara

Pink & Green

Versace. Loving it.

Rabbit Hole.

Back to Life. Back to Reality.

Been a while since I've written. I abandoned this blog for a while. I told myself when I started it, that I WASN'T going to do this. And hey, I did. But you know what, that's okay! Because point is: I'M BACK!. I have updated with my Polyvore. Which I -love love love- Polyvore. My writing style might also have changed a bit. I seem to want to emphasize certain things.

What's new? Nothing. Only, a new take on life. I lost myself for some time. I blame Online Role Playing (which is now referred to as "RPing")and video games. Also, movies and shows. I not only neglected my blog, but all my real life friends and reality in general. The internet sucked me up but it did not spit me out. I came back with a vengeance after an EPIC battle! :D

Enough dorkiness. Point is, nothing is going on, and I intend to change that. I'll start by making a list! Lists are -fantastic-!

- A job. Work. MONEY. (Priority)

- Organization.

- Less booze.

- Eat better. (Ugh.)

- Get out of the fucking house.

Extravagant!

I Want Green Hair.

So Happy I Could Die.

Probably. Actually. A Mermaid.

Sucker for Bows.

Sucker for Bows. by SkittlesRTasty featuring corset tops

Lady Gaga | Hair Love

Lady Gaga | Hair Love by SkittlesRTasty on Polyvore.com

Wind.

I love the wind. It is AMAZING. I love the feel of riding in the car, windows down, face out the window like a silly dog, just feeling the wind on my face. I feel like a bird. I feel like I'm flying. I feel like the world is mine, I own it. This morning was beautiful: cloudy, grey, windy, breezy. My kind of a day. I feel like a feather right now. So light and breezy. Nothing can crush me. Nothing can bring me down.

Flavor of the Week.

I change a lot. Constantly. I go through mini phases, where I discover and obsess over certain things, then I just stop and move on to something else. I don't stop liking said thing, it just becomes a thing I love, a thing that will stick with me forever. Right now, classical music. Not just any: Film Scores, Instrumentals of Songs already popular. I love singing along to music, I do. But I've lost my voice, not literally, but in a metaphorical way. I can't satisfy my singing palate with anything lately. Last was Lady Gaga, until she went out and busted with Judas. So hate that song. I don't do blasphemy. I love God. But back to the original subject. I'm on Pandora compiling a station of music I am just loving:

• Harry Potter Series Film Score
• Lord of the Rings Trilogy Film Score
• Twilight Series Film Score

Just to name a few. I love ideas, or suggestions. Any film scores out there to recommend?  I also discovered a quartet on this station. Escala. Check them out. Oh and here's the link to my Pandora station:

Soundtrack Radio

What The Hell?

 

So I was at Chicken Kitchen with my friends, right. This was actually a few months ago, but I forgot I had the pictures until recently lol.  I ordered my usual Chop Chop (yellow rice with veggies, grilled chicken, and then I drench it with curry sauce), then we goo look for a table. Behind us there was something left on the table. So I get a closer look and had a WTF moment.

 

Someone had left a "Degree" deodorant on the table! What?! Why? What?! So many questions popped in my mind. Why would you leave deodorant on a table in a restaurant? Why are you walking around with a deodorant? Are you so smelly that you need to bring deodorant everywhere you go? And if so, why'd you leave it behind?  I dunno. I dunno. But it was definitely weird.

Art Cars. And Their Owners.

I was at the liquor store a few weeks ago with my friends. And there was this guy. And his car. And I've been meaning to write about it. I see stuff like this, and it makes me think. It makes me wonder. How does a person get to this point? Where in this man's life did he think that this was a good idea? Or that this is healthy? I don't mean to sound like I'm pompous. I'm truly curious about the human psyche. Things like this interest me. Just human behavior fascinates me. All the weird shit people do, why they do it, etc. Actually, I looked into this. There's a whole community of people who do this to their cars. "Art Cars". It's fascinating. Here's a blog I saw about this sort of thing: Art Car Central

It's kinda kool, kinda weird, kind of disturbing, but in a good way. I dunno how to even describe it.