Oddish

Art is so wonderfully simple. A thought becomes an action becomes a product.
Only two ingredients; your mind and your ability.

Maybe people who don’t think they can be artistic just don’t quite know how to connect their thoughts and their hands. Or they’re under the assumption that their ideas aren’t “creative” enough.
But look at any art out there. A canvas painted one solid color gets hung in the Met.
What qualifies art as art isn’t content, it’s someone validating an idea in their head by making it real.

My favorite thing is that it’s a way to say what can’t be said, doesn’t need to be said, or needs to be said over and over and over.

2011, this is what I’m going to do with you.

- Make a habit of cooking. I am the woman of the house, I s’pose.

- Kick off college with a big fat A in sculpture.

- Nah, nah why don’t I get a jobbb?

- I will become a master of sticking to plans.

- Invest in the Silmarillion audiobook.

….I’ll add to this, I’m sure, but I guess there aren’t a lot of things that need changing. Hm. ^_^

Clit, sluff, puss, moist, crumb, secretion, cunt, pustule, cream, linguini, panties, egregious, queef.

My house is a very big, lonely, empty and stale place with no one else in it. But I’ve found that if I just turn on the christmas tree’s lights, throw in a load of laundry, get some coffee and embark on some little task, it all changes. I suppose what I really want is not the feeling of the house being alive, but myself.

I’ve had so many things lately that I’ve wanted to write about and things I’d just like to take a moment to appreciate, so hello Tumblr.
Here are a few. I’d just like to archive them for myself.

- Playing Guess Who with my dad and losing EVERY SINGLE TIME. He told Judd he cheated using the reflection behind me to win, but then revealed to me that there’s no way he could’ve done that and he really did win every time. Why? To be a badass in some way? To save face for me because he’s a goof and it’s an easy game and it’s ridiculous that he won all those times? haha. Guess I’ll never know.

- Lacey revealing to me the cure for unhappiness: Burgers. The girl’s right.

- Judd being pulled over by a policeman and telling him “Sorry officer, I know I was speeding, it’s just that I was singing a Lil Wayne song.” Lolz.

- Speaking of Judd, I really just enjoy going to get coffee with him. It’s one of my favorite parts of my day, hands down. It’s nice to have been born with a friend.

- I love watching Law & Order with Matt. Not only have I started to really like that show, but I just like being cozied up with that guy. What can I say? Cuddling is a fantastic thing.

- Playing the mirror game with my mom! She mirrored my every movement and expression I made and honestly it was the funniest thing in the world. I had never seen her make expressions like that before in my life. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

- Having Casey over. I miss my house being a hangout spot, and with all the time she used to spend here it made me miss it even more having her here again. I will demand she camp out at my house and play Twilight Princess when she comes back.

- The other night, Devi and I shared the futon at my mom’s house and it made me so happy to think about how years and years earlier this is how we started out; sharing a tiny futon. We’ve come full circle!

- Judd’s birthday was a hoot. My mom and Judd played the penis game (remember? From fourth grade?) at the super shwanky restaurant we were at. They got so loud. Judd literally hollered “PENIS!!” on his way out. So immature, jeez.

- I really like the fact that as I’m sitting here writing this, there’s a cat curled up on my shoulder and my doggle laying at my side. I have such weird animals. Ickis won’t stop running in circles lately whenever he’s up and about. And Cat is smothering me. Too much love. No thanks, Cat.

I guess I’ll stop there. I have to say, feels good to write about things that make you happy.

The end.