Now that my life is back into the swing of things i find myself enjoying my old routines, and missing some of the ones i formed while i without my former life. (being James, my house, my animals, my responsibility) i have fallen behind in writing in my journal. Now i find myself writing only when i am upset about a situation, where as before i wrote about ever thing that happened in my day..and all the other things i would think about through out my day. i guess i stopped writing because i am happy, because now i no longer need to figure things out. But i still miss self diagnosing my problems. I truly have a knack for self insight, or insight period.
Who needs a psychologist when you have a brain and the time to look inside yourself. I know i don't....

I also miss drawing, i used to draw the night away, i would just zone out and draw amazing things off the top of my head, and just follow the sound of music as i drag a pencil across paper. But now i lack the free time, i lack the quiet calm room it takes to produce art. i lack the concentration it takes to use my imagination.
I would love to get back into it, but it feels hopeless. i know what i need, i need a room to myself with nothing but the things i adore, nothing but a stereo and a comfy seat to sit on and draw my heart out. i have a spare room.... i just need to clean it up and then bam!!!!!! back into it, i wish it was that easy.

I did pick back up on my favorite pass time though... reading, give me a good book and i could spend all day reading it and just lose track of time and space. problem is my library card is a bit overdue with some heft fees.... so i read what i can get, or i buy a book when i get the spare money. problem is, i dont know where to begin. i would hate to buy a book that turned out to be lame. i already feel pissed about the last book i finished.

Chuck Palahniuk's Pygmy.... i bought it loving the idea of the story, a foreign exchange student with the intent of bringing down America. sounds fantastic, but no, no sir i didn't like it one bit. i couldn't get over the "broken" English it was written in. maybe my expectations where to high. was i the only one who disliked it?

But to the rescue came Fear and loathing in Las Vegas A savage journey to the heart of the American dream. i know what your thinking...a bit late, better late then never! let me tell ya, this book as opened a door to me in literature. like a million other iv seen the movie a bazillion times, but i never knew the backstory to the author Hunter s. Thompson. I always figured the movie was based on a fictional book. boy was i suprized to find the book has so much back story and meaning. yeah i know i am late...but better late then never.

Back to my art situation...the illustrations in fear in loathing inspired me to pick up my pencil again. after all the art Ralph steadman is right up my ally. strange humanoid type figures, the cross hatching lines...all things i love about art....

So this is my week in a nutshell...



any suggestions would be appreciated. thanks..

here is some of my art stuff










and dis is me...being dorky and wearing a backstreet boys tee