Because I Feel The Need To Say Something

For the last several weeks, I haven't been blogging as much as I used to. I haven't been as committed to pretty much anything related to this blog short of the movie trivia blips.

Well, I have my reasons.

To be perfectly blunt about things, I'm just not finding anything worth blogging about the moment it happens. I mean, honestly, why would anyone be interested in my thoughts about whatever?

However, the past weeks haven't been without their series of events.

Around when the semester ended, I began collecting several pictures from various sites. Some personal model sites and some pornographic. I was looking for any picture with any kind of foreshortening of limbs or some kind of great and interesting spacial dimension to practice on. I have a nice collection right now to which to work off of.

Whenever I was finished with a piece, I'd upload it onto the Gaia Art Arena to get some feedback from someone that isn't a professional. Sadly to say, Gaia does have its fair share of artists and art students, most of whom assume that I haven't had an education. One person went to far as to say that my stuff looks like something a first year charcoal student would produce while doing a homework assignment. Apparently, art is taught a lot more radically at Watkins than I originally thought. While other schools concentrate on technique, Watkins lets me actually create what I want to do. It looks like I am getting the better education.

Meanwhile, the camera got fixed and I was giving it a test run. The pictures came back recently, and it doesn't look like anything bad has happened as far as light leaks and various other things. My dad didn't tell me how much the repair job cost, but he did get a shield for the viewfinder for some reason. Even if it is a dinky little rubber thing, it probably cost him a little more than the actual repair and clean-up he asked. Anyway, I have several choice pictures that I'll be uploading and sharing soon if anyone cares to look.

I've also been trying to get a live model. Unfortunately, I don't know anyone that is willing to pose for me. I've opted to use the personal ads I have scattered throughout the internet as my source for a potential model. Only one person actually sounded interested in the deal, but after a week of not returning my calls, I doubt that will happen. Experience has taught me that if someone has a great interest in you at the beginning and then just stops suddenly, they don't want anything to do with you. As much as the naive side of me wants to think "Oh, he's just busy," I know better now.

Lastly, the drama that is me and the boys has more than likely drawn to its official and long prolonged ending. Bill, having turned 18 and being on summer vacation, went to Disneyland, and didn't enjoy himself. Everyone else is pissed off at me in one fashion or another, mostly because I get on their nerves with my money habits as well as my idiotic want to philosophically debate them so they can see their own faults instead of believing they are perfect and no one can touch them. They keep saying that I haven't changed and I probably never will. And they're right. I haven't changed. They are the ones that did. But I won't get into that little pearl of wisdom I got from the anime Zatch Bell.

This is what's been going on. I bet you were hoping to find out that I got a job or that I'm learning how to drive, huh?