This week assignment we had to draw Kim Bush from the angle we stood and she modeled. It was easy at first to get the angle of her shoulder and knee and getting the shape of the behind (which I saw clearly because of where I stood). The shading was difficult because I felt i was losing the body in to much shading but overall i feel i did well.
I'd lived in New Hampshire only a few days before I discovered a hidden trail at the edge of my town.
I later learned that it wasn't just any trail. This was the Appalachian Trail, the prized 2,100 mile path that crossed 14 states on the east coast. It was surely a sight to see; as you walked its length, you were sure to discover rolling hills and lush forests. With names like the Catskills, White Mountain and Smokies, these mountains drew even the most unexperienced hiker to their summits.
As I read the plaque marking its beginning, I realized how lucky I was to have simply stumbled upon such a treasure in this quiet town.
Hey, folks. Be sure to catch The Friday Afternoon Show with Justin Pullins every other Friday starting March 11! It's going to be a lot of fun, but in the meantime, be sure to check out this promo from the show.
I've been staring at this clock for about 30 minutes and it has felt as
though it has been thirty days. I am so excited about leaving but my
ride is taking forever, I walked down the hallway and walked back, same
time. Went into the kitchen and got something to drink, 30 seconds
passed. I made my bed, re-combed my hair, listened to a 7 minute song
and still only 1 minute has passed. This is going to be potentially
the longest part of my night. Tick, tick, tick, he said 3:30 it's 3:31
he's a minute late, I wonder if there's something wrong. Ding Dong, oh
that must be him, I should probably get dressed.
The assignment was to pick a random word and create a video using it. The word that the group of Teila Allmond, Harrison Talese-Rhodes, and I have drawn was "Out of Focus". So our video was based around the simple words of, "Out of Focus".
I have always loved celebrating Valentine's Day, regardless of my relationship status. The candy, cards, small gifts, and over all joyous feeling has always had a positive impact on me. The fact that I have a close person to share the holiday with this year makes things even better.
Tonight, Eric and I are going to the movies. We have absolutely no idea what movie to see, but we have been planning on doing something for the holiday. I kind of want to see "The Rite" directed by Mikael Håfström. It's an Anthony Hopkins movie, so it will definitely be creepy enough for me. I just saw two other Anthony Hopkins' movies, "The Silence of the Lambs" and "Hannibal". Eric and I both enjoyed them very much so I hope that "The Rite" will be equally as good.
Two Italians walked into the Bayou, a nightclub in the French Quarter, like instant death, giving people menacing stares shooting bullets into the eyes who dared to meet their glare. Both men were dressed in gangster attire consisting of expensive dark suits, dark ties, dark shoes, and tilted fedoras. As they made their way through the crowded club of Negros who, just moments ago, danced lively to the Jazz band, a passageway was immediately cleared for no one had the temerity to stand in their way. Their names were Chicago Sam and Vincenzo Milano. Sam was a rumored Mob Boss and had a seat on the Syndicates's Commission, the board of directors of Gangsterdom. He held the power of life or death, god to all of those who feared his unpredictable and merciless wrath.
HAPPYVALENTINESDAY! I just realized, I didn't post a story all weekend. AWESOME. This is definitely not as easy as I expected, and I don't think that it is fair that we have to post on the weekend, not everyone gets the time to do so..
I'm so tired of school, it's unbelievable. I cannot wait to graduate and move on. Offically 120 days until I graduate. BYE SLA. BYE. No more worrying about storytelling on Saturdays and Sundays, no more doing pre-calculus in my head everytime I see a math problem, no more listening to annoying girls scream in the middle of the hallway, although I do that sometimes.... OH WELL.
I went snowboarding at Bear Creek this weekend. Look.
The Mustang jolted up the entrance ramp of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Fire Arms on Massachusetts Avenue, it was rented by the Reverend Sun Myung Moon in the interest of the economy.
In three vehicles their were 3 strike forces, armed and waiting for Clarice Staring as she sped around the corner in her Mustang. Along with the three vehicles , was a battered undercover van and a car of two SWAT teams behind it. The undercover van was disguised as Marcell's Crab House truck. Starling opened the door of her mustang and snatched the equipment bag out of her trunk before heading to the Undercover Van. Her small fatigue complimented her fast paced walk. When she arrived at the van a DC officer dressed in uniform was wait in the van. "Women are always late." he said.
Student's run was an interesting experience and I had a really good team. This is a picture of what remained of the team by the end of the season (after the marathonish type things were over).
"He will love me when the horns start to show. Mother says we should start to see them by next fall. He will adore me when my pigment changes and the color leaves my eyes. He will love me always. I know it. From the minute I saw on him on the subway car, staring awkwardly at the weird stain in the corner of the neighboring seat, he was mine. Father thinks him odious, boring, and easily replaceable. I happen to oppose everything Father says, simply for the thrill of it, so his dislike is all the more evidence of our perfection for one another. He will love me when others cower at my feet, afraid and broken. Mumbling of days long since past, begging for my mercy. He will stand unflinchingly by my side. He loves me in what some might call an "inescapable fashion". I quite like the sound of that. Inescapable. I suppose such devotion is upsetting for his house harpy, or "wife" as some know her. What a retched thing she is. Crying all the time about love lost and my cruelty as though I am to blame for his feelings. This is fate! The cosmos! Destiny! She was but a pit stop on his way to me and she has overstayed her welcome! I wish he would dispose of her. Perhaps I will make him do that tomorrow, proof of his undying love. Oh that is a grand idea! A perfect Valentine's Day gift. He is mine, mine, mine… goodness, look at the time! Pardon me, I must be going. It has been lovely chatting with you."
