Lecken der Gesichter

I just registered for the full marathon on April 11th, 2010.  Yes?

I currently still have pain in the same area of my foot, which probably means that I really do have a stress fracture.  But it doesn’t hurt all of the time when I walk/stand and I think it’s getting better on its own.

I think I’ll do great.  I just need to start training.

Last night, Ashley and I had a great, great girl date.  We hung out at her house, gossiped, and then went and watched Sherlock Holmes at the AMC Creve Coeur 12.  It was pretty good except I had issues with Rachel McAdam’s acting.  It was subpar but I guess she’s a good candidate for Irene Adler just because she’s really pretty.  Whatevs. I’m just glad that they final adapted Watson’s character correctly.

Tonight, Colin and I are going to maybe go to the city museum to hang out at their bar, kiss and get stupid.

porn 1
porn 2
porn 3
porn 4
porn 5

enjoy.

this guy too.

I forgot to advertise that Young Mike has a twitter.  I don’t know how many times I’ve said that I hate hate hate hate hate twitter and will never get one, but I like Mike with one, because I miss what he’s probably doing right now.

makes me so angry and so anxious.  I constantly am reminding myself about this feeling, that it’s not who I am, that where before, I blamed myself for feeling sad or angry or anxious, these feelings are due to external stresses that I have no control over, and therefore should just let go.  It’s often difficult for me to turn any situation from a pissy, annoying occurrence into a positive or optimistic one when I am here.  It feels like it takes nearly six times less time for my spirit to be broken here, than it does when I’m not at “home”/in Saint Louis.

Right now, I’m upset at myself for falling asleep.  I feel guilty because I let my sister down, but more than anything, I just realized that I feel guilty all of the time whenever I’m here.  Just a lot of negative energy all around, and I’m afraid that I’ll pass it along to other people.  Part of me doesn’t even want to post any of this negative shit at all, because I don’t want to plague anyone else of these feelings.

I lost my lens cap yesterday.  For Christmas eve and day, we (the fam) went to the casino, and I won forty-something dollars on the slots and on the roulette.  I’ve finally finished hand-writing some letters I meant to send out weeks ago, and I’m starting to put ideas together about my senior show.  I’ve been going to yoga at the purported best yoga studio in Saint Louis, which I find mediocre at best, but it’s still better than none.  Oh, and I’m constantly craving sweets.

I can’t wait for something.  Anything.

am I anemic?

…my cat.  OH MAN!  MIKEY!!!!  I miss ewe!

Kim, please let me have visitation rights.  I’m at Colin’s all of the time, which translates to you and Young Mike being only minutes away  from me.  Colin has three large, kind of playful cats that would make Mikey look like the baby baby he is!

I’m fairly certain I’ve posted this image before.  Shit, I should have posted the other one, but I don’t want to wait for the upload time.

I’m missing his best baby years.

In other entities of my life in Saint Louis, it’s still hard to type, with one thumb out, and I’m contemplating refreshing my look with a new pair of glasses.  Eh?Totally cross-eyed. :c

Frames in Question

Went to a House Party,

Took Colin out for his first pho-xperience,

Delicious?  Yes.  (Well, actually, my pho had a lot of fat on the top.  They didn’t strain it…:c Damn it, pho Long!)

We also drove around a lot, ate lots of food, got shady, and had lots of fun in *gasp* West County.  I perfected my “angry, crazy face”, “floppy, droopy handshake”, butchered some chocolate mousse.  Colin learned and mastered my manual focus on my lens:

I also met his high school, besties “crew”, role played as “Stone Wall” Jackson, and watched his best friend’s ex-girlfriend win on the Wheel of Fortune at a house party.

Oh, Christmas in Saint Louis.

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This finals was so silly.  Usually, finals week is moderately stress free, because I’m usually done or caught up with all of my art things because they’re due before exam week.  This year, however, literally everything was assigned late or ran into finals week, and everything became so demanding.  I had the stomach flu, followed by a cold and or post-nasal drip, my foot injury that was still persisting, my drilled thumb, and worrying about my capstone show.

The only solace I had were the ridiculous shenanigans that Colin and I did.  Between and during projects, we’d watch Dateline: To Catch a Predator, movies with bad actors, plots, or both, Hell’s Kitchen and other things we could find for free.  Lots of giggling and fun ensued.  We also made thisiswhyyou’refat.com dreams come true.  Introducing, the pizza taco:

What you need:

THREE soft TACOS

ONE five-dollar PIZZA

ONE ripped BOYFRIEND

ONE unsteady hand with the camera set for overEXPOSE

Combine everything

fold and enjoy

Something else that was satisfying was finishing up a project, especially when it turned out more awesome than expected.  I put the human hair on my voodoo dolls (photos after the holiday break) and my collage painting turned out pretty close to how I wanted it to:

Mikey sure loves used condoms and digging through the trash. What a gross cat. Awh, but he’s so cute!

I drilled a screw straight into my right thumb.

stupid stupid stupid

it’s hard to type and yeah, i have a piece of flesh, just dangling off my hand.  on a brighter note, I’m surprisingly optimistic still.