Listening to Against Me! makes me think of this past summer, driving along at night, windows down, music super loud, with me singing along while only knowing half of the words, while whoever was with me either put up with the music, or, like my friend Molly, actually knew all of the words and could shout them far better than I could.

Art and I have sort of a love hate relationship. All throughout high school I was known as being one of the more artistically talented and creative kids, especially in my drawing classes. I had my own exhibition at the beginning of school, was in open portfolio night and got to talk about my work, and did a senior project in art, and I had a substantial sized satellite show at our senior arts night. I even won the fine arts prize.

Over the past few weeks I've just been drowning in my digital design and drawing classes. Stuff that I come up with is really uninteresting in digital design, a lot of my drawings have pretty simple technical problems, and that sort of thing is really disheartening, to be perfectly honest. It's a huge blow to my ego and confidence, and it's also discouraging, and calls into question whether I'm actually any good at this sort of thing. I know I'm not bad at art, so don't think I'm all "oh, I SUCK!" because that's not it. I just don't know how to deal with coming up with interesting ideas. I think I just need to become a lot less inhibited and get out there more in terms of seeing new things and trying different techniques.

I dunno, I was just really frustrated yesterday and ended up spending about five hours straight in Addams (I mean, including class) and not being satisfied with anything. Maybe I just need to work harder and figure out some stuffs.

Specific, I know.

That's what I do.

IN OTHER NEWS

I'M SEEING THE MOTHERFUCKING PILLOWMAN TONIGHT AT THE WILMA THEATRE. FOR FREE.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!