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coffeemustache:

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In the process of making my first duct tape wallet, I accidentally sliced my left hand with the xacto knife about 5 or 6 times. They just looked like tiny little cuts at first, so I thought nothing of them and continued.

I eventually took a nap and when I awoke, my hand was enveloped in blood. o_____o;

Lesson learned: Don’t let Kathy handle a knife unsupervised (or at all, if possible).

I promised myself I wouldn’t follow up that art rant with a food rant, so I won’t. :)

Though I must admit that the ability to draw or paint a realistic art piece is commendable, I also find it absolutely necessary to make the focal point of this post the reasons why unrealistic art trumps realistic art, not in technical or aesthetic merit in particular, but in essence.

Alright, so I’m a little biased. I do not like drawing in a realistic style myself, though I do occasionally enjoy admiring the realistic works of others, if executed effectively. The one gripe I have of realistic art is that IT ALL LOOKS THE SAME. As in, it just looks… real. There’s hardly ever any variation. Creativity-wise, unrealistic art takes the cake (in most cases).

While realistic art is meant to depict aspects of reality, unrealistic art can portray anything imaginable. There is no limit. Realistic art is to reality as unrealistic art is to imagination and fiction. In layman’s terms, realistic is okay but unrealistic is better.

The funny thing about reality is that it’s full of guidelines. With realistic art, you’re tied down to the precept that your work must look “as if it were real.” Now, reality can be a bitch. A boring bitch, an unfair bitch, an uncooperative bitch, you name it. The point is, realistic art tends to be boring or sad. Or both.

Then again, realistic art can illustrate the happier aspects of reality (e.g. puppies, rainbows, etc.). But with unrealistic art, you can do so much more with these aspects. You can morph them, skew them, transform them, alter them in an unfathomable number of ways in order to create something new. Something bold. Something exciting. (Unlike reality.)

Why recreate the real when you can create the surreal?

All the time, man. All the time.

Scene: Health, Period 5. Elly’s health career presentation. Her activity is a Rorschach test.
Me: -raises hand- IT LOOKS LIKE A PELVIS.
Class (but most notably Mr. Chaldu):  … O_o

Scene: Spanish, Period 7.
Me, to Marian and Heide: I’m calling Mr. Ramirez “Señor Fufu” now.
Mr. Ramirez: -passes by on his way out the door to evaluate students (charlar)-
Me, yelling: ADIOS SEÑOR FUFU~
Mr. Ramirez: -looks back, with a weird “wtf” expression on his face-
~2 minutes later~
Mr. Ramirez, calling up next student to “charlar”: KATHY VO.
Me: Eff.

Scene: After school. We notice Mrs. Matic walking to her car.
Me, yelling in an intentionally high foreign accent: SEÑORA MATIC~
Mrs. Matic: -looks in our direction, with a weird “wtf” expression on her face-

Scene: After school.
Me: -saying arbitrary crap in my intentionally high foreign accent voice-
Margareth: OOH, LEMME MAKE IT MY RINGTONE
Me, recording for the ringtone in intentionally high foreign accent: I LOVE YOU MARGARETH AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA (my “Mrs. Hale impression” laugh)

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I’m not mentally unstable, just so you all know. -thumbs up-

lately, i’ve been noticing people around me planning major projects and just thinking up big ideas (hanna and sarah’s recent jam sessions and margareth and hanna’s plans to sell stuff, for example).

and then here i am, with all the free time anyone could possibly want on my hands, yet i’ve got pretty much nothing going on. ._. just the thought kinda motivated me to start something. anything, really. all i need now is an idea.

rilakkumalove:

embelieber4ever:

fuckyeahbieberbitch:

xxcoolstorybroxx:

avidaemgif:

Normal people:

Me: ”Duck, duck, duck …”

mhmm that’s me :P

i scream duckie but whatever

 IM LIKE “Duckkkkyyyyyy!! come here”

 im usually like: DUCK. *waits for 2 second* duck duck duck duck duck *slowly walk towards the duck*

GPOY

And not even the tasty kind that Viets eat.

After nearly 3 years of guitar lessons, and a substantial amount of laziness on my part preventing me from performing, I’m finally having my first performance at my music school’s Acoustic Night. Guhh, so nervous. @_@; Although I still have plenty of time to practice and make the song I’m playing sound amazing.

I’m hoping that with a few more performances, I can prove to my mother that I’m good enough for an electric guitar. >:U

I hate it when I set an alarm to wake up REAAAAAAAAAALLY early to get work done and I just end up either:

1) turning the alarm off, in my groggy half-asleep state, and going back to sleep
or
2) waking up, opening my laptop, and just doing stupid shit on the internet instead of work. :|

Usually in either case, I end up regretting it big time later at school.

(Sidenote: I ACTUALLY GOT WORK DONE THIS TIME. \o/ )

How sad. o_o

I’m so very tempted to have some sort of giveaway on here, since I have so few followers (and most of them are people I know from school, hurrhurr). I’m 72% certain that 84% of you like free stuff. Also, I am 67% certain that the statistic in the previous statement is 51% false. I am 99% certain that I have no idea what the f*ck fajita (FUH - JYE - TUH) I’m implicating in those last two statements. I am 98.5% certain that that is the incorrect pronunciation of the word “fajita.” I am 99.99% uncertain of where I’m getting these percentages from. I am also 99.99% uncertain of why hand sanitizers can kill just shy of 100% of germs, but not 100% (regarding both statements contained in this statement). I like microbes, how bout you? I am 99.99% certain that the previous statement had 0.01% relevance to you or your present circumstances unless you are a microbiologist, in which case I would like to admire you and your profession with a creepy yet intrigued facial expression plastered to the perceivable front side of my cabeza at a respectable distance. I am nearly 100% certain that you are becoming either annoyed, bored, or entertained by reading this behemoth paragraph full of inaccurate percentages (more likely the former two than the latter). If you have managed to read through this entire post that I have formed in ten minutes in a lousy attempt to make an excuse for myself not to begin my still life art project due tomorrow afternoon, I applaud you and your adequate attention span. Before your eyes divert their attention to some other source of boredom-relief, I should warn you that transporter bandwidth restrictions require a limit on the number of people per sequence. Please consider forming smaller groups of 2-4 people to avoid the risk of molecular corruption during reconstruction phase. Whatever the hell that means.

Yesterday, I accompanied a friend of mine with her cousins and godsister to some open house event at NASA JPL.

On our down time, the others were talking about hot guys and whatever else normal female adolescents discuss.

And then I realized how foreign their discussion topics seemed to me. :|

I mean, with my friends and I, are conversations usually go something like this:

Me: LOLOLOL PENIS VAGINA TITTIES TESTICLES UTERUS VAS DEFERENS [insert utterances of other male or female genitalia here]
Sean: AJSKLD:JAKSLJDKLSA LOVE YOU GUISE <3 [insert more hearts and exclamations of affection here]
Kebinzzz: [insert Portal 2 quote and awkward pelvic thrusts here]
Dabidz: [insert spontaneous action/proclamation and derpy yet hilarious laughter here]

…I think I prefer the entertainment (not to mention immaturity) of my friends’ discussions more.

Whenever I see something adorable online or in a store window, I JUST HAVE TO HAVE IT. o_o

Exhibit A: my bed.

That’s the top bunk, where I used to sleep until the plushies took over. :| (There’s plenty more in storage.)

BUT HEY, I’VE STARTED BUYING MORE PRACTICAL THINGS NOW… LIKE ADORABLE STATIONARY. That counts as improvement, right? /progress

I’m not much of an intellectual. I don’t have anything relateable to say (as far as I know). I’m incredibly envious of those who actually have an opinion or a thought to be expressed in their text posts.

I’ve said it time and time again, but I just cannot contain my high regards for those types of people. OTL

If you see me posting random (arbitrary, whatever. Don’t care.) crap on here, I suggest you just skip past it and ignore its presence. It’ll most likely be me babbling on about nothing just for the sake of having something to post.

joltikz:

lost-cries:

Every sinlge motherfucking damn day.

^^