—Violins #1 (MP3)
“Violins” Boys Before Flowers
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT listen to this song when you are alone and feeling sorry for yourself. It will make you cry and feel like you will be alone forever.
I listen to it when I’m lonely, because I secretly like being miserable. It makes my life seem so much more dramatic than it actually is.
(Source: awkwardtablefortwo)
Playing with light and self portraits.
This is what I came up with.
(I know you’re super jealous of my sweet overalls.)
I’m angry.
No one was nice to me today.
It’s sounds stupid, but I need at least one person to be nice to me in order to not hate everyone.
I left my apartment feeling happy and fresh, only to have my heart crushed by the first person I talked to.
Sure enough, the first and only person I talked to all day, yelled at me for not paying attention in the grocery store. That’s the first time that’s ever happened to me. People don’t yell at me! I’m intimidating as hell!
And of course, this person ruined my entire day and has made me mad at everyone.
Nice going, jerk.
On an unrelated note:
I drew this one out for you. Lucky ducks.
I’m trying my hand at it.
I’m very aware that these drawings are crude and the man in the 3rd panel is swearing at me in Christmas colours, but this is the best way for me to be expressive through drawing. If I’m not worried about accuracy or anything like that, my drawings have so much more life.
I’m considering starting a webcomic about me. Yup. All about me. That’s going to be really exciting…
I’m sure the drawings will progressively get more and more crude as the comic develops. But I would like to think this is a decent initial representation of myself in stickman form (because, let’s face it, I can’t draw anything else.)
I call this a web comic, but I feel like it will actually be more of an occasional blog post with illustrations.
9:00 a.m.: Alarm goes off. Hate life. Ignore alarm.
10:00 a.m.: Jerk awake, realizing I didn’t set another alarm.
10:01 a.m.: Maybe if I punch myself in the face, I won’t have to go to work.
10:04 a.m.: Nope. Too much of a wiener. Get out of bed.
10:10 a.m.: Remember that I forgot to lock the door last night.
10:11 a.m.: Immediately check behind shower curtains, around corners, in roommate’s evacuated room, under beds, etc, in case a serial killer snuck in in the middle of the night and is lurking around waiting to fill me full of holes with his battery powered drill.
10:15 a.m.: Satisfied that I’m not likely to be murdered while I do my makeup, I return to my bathroom to finish my morning rituals.
10:45 a.m.: Leave cookies and milk out in case there IS a serial killer and he gets peckish while I’m gone (I’m always looking out for others.)
10:46 a.m.: Clamber into elevator. Needlessly scan key FOB and press the 15th floor button, despite the fact that that is the floor I’m currently on.
10:46 a.m.: Chuckle.
10:46 a.m.: Still chuckling when another patron boards the elevator. Try to stop. Can’t.
10:47 a.m.: Exit the elevator, ready to begin my trip to work.
10:59 a.m.: Begin work day.
5:00 p.m.: WORK OVER. Go home with full intentions of being productive and getting life in order.
5:12 p.m.: Walk through front door. Immediately eat snacks.
5:15 p.m.: Stare at laundry. Do nothing.
5:18 p.m.: Stare at dishes. Do nothing.
5:23 p.m.: Stare at disarray of living room. Do nothing.
5:30 p.m.: Take a bath.
7:04 p.m.: Contemplate the meaning of life while sitting on the floor, staring at pile of shoes which has accumulated in the hallway.
7:16 p.m.: Laugh at cats on the internet. Silly cats.
9:30 p.m.: Consider going to bed early for once in my life.
2:49 a.m.: LOL NAWT!
Something is nagging at me, and I don’t know what it is. It’s causing me to have a phantom panic attack, but I have no idea how to fix it because my method for fixing panic attacks is to stop and think about what I can do to change the situation I’m in. How do I change an imaginary problem that has yet to show its face?
All I know is that I’m sitting here, freaking out, and the feeling isn’t going away.
What did I forget?
Am I running out of time for something?
Did I lose something important?
Do I owe someone money?
This is worse than regular panic, by a long shot.
I can’t sleep.
My brain won’t turn off.
I wish I knew what to do with my life.
Dear Roommate,
You would be proud of me. I didn’t cry or carry on after you left; I finished my tea with perfect composure. That is so unlike me. It would be really easy for me to listen to violins and have a pity party for myself, but if there’s anything that I’ve learned from this year, it’s that I can’t do that anymore when I’m sad. Without you, I probably never would have left the apartment this year after all the crap that happened. Speaking of which, Roommate, look at all the nonsense we dealt with this year. I stopped and seriously considered it earlier and it was mind blowing. There were more tears and emotional things and heart ache and other such ridiculous goings on that occurred this year than there ever has in my entire life. Thank you for encouraging me and reminding me that, despite whatever horrible things happen, it is but a short blip in our existence and we must carry on, continue loving, and strive to strengthen our bond with God, because through Him, we can handle all the crap life sends our way.
I would like to take a moment to note that I am listening to my iTunes and violins just came on and it was difficult for a moment to maintain composure. Who is going to watch Asia with me all summer? Who is going to sit on the floor with me in the middle of the night, learning new songs and annoying the neighbours? Who is going to grumpily go grocery shopping with me? Who is going to laugh with me when I’m on the train and I hear “Please step away from the door as this train is trying to de-fart”? Who is going to eat my crappy cooking with me? Who is going to grimace every time an Adele song comes on and make me change it? Who is going to be excited with me whenever I bring some new free thing home from work? Who is going to krump to gangsta rap with me while I make dinner? Who is going to deal with my fangirlish self without frustration (or with minor frustration)? Who is going to make me laugh with ridiculous song lyrics about poop? Who is going to utilize an impressive vocabulary with me?
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I love you. haha “Awwww. Glynnis is such a sap.” Whatever, I don’t express my appreciation enough. Thank you for being a fantastic best friend. Thank you for all your work orchestrating an entire trip to California for four people all on your own. You’re amazing, giiirrrrl and I miss you already.
Love,
Roommate :)
This is clearly a photo of the golden gate bridge…
If you like brain things, you should probably check out this link.
If I could learn everything I ever needed to know via animations like this, I would get an A+ in Life.
Enjoy.
I will forever reminisce about the day my classmates and I pranced around a haunted school and hung out with some ghosts.
The end.
I know this guy.
Well, the guy who made this video.
I got to see this video throughout production and I totally gave him ideas (that he didn’t use, but whatever. I told him that throwing pop tarts around during the cafeteria scene would be rad, but he was all, “NO. I DON’T LISTEN TO ANYONE ELSE EVER!”
Pffffbbbbt. Whatever, he’s totally regretting it right now, I know it.)
So anyway, YAY! The video is finally out (kind of…secretly) and now I can show my friends.
What?
Awesome.
Enjoy.
Also, can we take a moment to appreciate that in the art teacher scene, he’s doing a paint by number Mona Lisa?
Late night thoughts while I’m trying to fall asleep.
