Well I would be starting a blog. And I must say it is about time right! Time to let the world know who I am and how I feel. Like the world really cares about what I have to say. I am an artist seeing the world as it is, all the weird shadows and shapes. Thinking every five seconds, oh that would be a cool painting, but most of the time never really doing anything about it.
Today was a lovely Friday, sleeping most of the day away, and having a weird dream about roses. Everything was in black and white other than the red roses. I wonder if that has any meaning at all. Probably not. I do think that doing a painting like my dream would be really cool, but it is kinda hard to paint in a dorm room. I don't think my room-mate would appreciate it very much. Since I tend to be kinda messy when I paint, I would probably end out leaving a huge red paint stain in the middle of the floor. I did that to my bed room when I had the inspiration to paint one wall in my room red. The wall looked great, but it looked like someone had died on my bedroom floor because of the huge red stain. Needless to say, my parents were angry. But that was not the only paint stain on the floor. There were several. Blue, yellow, green, black and red. I probably could have taken up the carpet and sold it for being a masterpiece for the amount of paint that was on the floor by the time I moved out. Also a week after I moved out the first thing my parents did was re-paint my room and take out the carpet. And they didn't even bother to tell me, until I came home to take a long nap and my bed was gone. That was an interesting conversation. "Mom, I have been gone two weeks and my bed is already gone, you want me out so bad don't you...?" My bed is now going back into my room.
I often wonder why I am the way I am. Haven't you ever wondered that to? How you developed a personality, why you act the way you do? Could it be because of something you did while you were a child? Or it could because of your parents, nahhh... I think its because we are all different. And we are all different because we don't wanna be like the person sitting next to us. Because the either smell, have weird teeth or have bad acne. OK not everyone that you are sitting next to is one of those three things, but you get my point. We want to be our own person. We want to have our own thoughts and ideas. We want to have our own talents and succeed in our own ways. I know I do, and if you don't wanna be different. Than you are weird and different just by saying that.
Anyway, I have rambled on long enough for today. Tune in tomorrow to hear what other random things I have to say about life.
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