fenchurch

Instructions: Choose a singer/band/musician and answer only in song titles or album titles by them.

I chose: The Dismemberment Plan

1. Are you male or female? Girl O'Clock
2. How old are you? 8 1/2 Minutes
3. Describe yourself: Time Bomb
4. How do some people feel about you? Manipulate Me
5. How do you feel about yourself? A Life of Possibilities
6. Describe your ex: Respect is Due
7. Describe your views on crushes: The Jitters
8. Describe what you want: Superpowers
9. Describe how you live: Do the Standing Still
10. Describe how you love: Tonight We Mean It
11. Share a few words of wisdom: What Do You Want Me to Say?



And now, for you weirdos who seem to care, here's my Intro to Drawing final project. The assignment was a creative self-portrait...it could be just about anything, for exampmle, a collection of objects that you feel define you, as long as it was not entirely abstract. But she encouraged us to be creative. So yeah. But first, some disclaimers!

1. I spent about 6 hours just on the part that's a drawing of me. And I'm still not totally satisfied with how it came out. But it is the biggest and only really effort-heavy drawing of myself that I've ever done. And I do like it.

2. I spent about 2 hours just on the tiny faces of the people on the statue, and I still couldn't even come close to getting it to look decent, and it was about 7:30am and I had class at 8am, and I was forced to give up. I may go back and try to give them faces again if I ever feel like ripping my hair out by the roots some more.

3. I have copied the SG logo pretty much dead on before. Yet, for some reason, I spent a solid hour drawing, erasing, drawing, erasing, drawing, etc. and could not for the life of me get it not to SUCK. So I eventually just tried to make up my own simplified version, which I also fucked up horribly (mostly because I went at it just with Sharpie and didn't draw it in pencil first). So that's what's going on there. I am fully aware that it is utterly hideous. I had to let it go.

Um, I guess that's all. I had to shrink this quite a bit to make it fit in my journal, check out my pics for a bigger version:



I'm particularly proud of making the 'a' and the 'o' of my scar look nice and puffy:



And here's a close-up of the logos, except for the horribly mangled SG one




The text is song lyrics that define love for me. The top row is pain, the bottom row beauty. They read as follows:

I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where I am, by the time I get things figured out, I've changed the whole amn plan...I've changed my mind so much I can't even trust it, my mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself...well I, I am a time bomb, and I, I lay forgotten at the bottom of your heart, I'm fine, ticking away the hours to blow your world apart. I, I am a poison, and I, I am still oursing through your bloodstream like a ghost, like wine gathering vintage for the day I hurt the most...And you could have it all, my empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt...You said it's dangerous to be so intimate, you know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous...But now we speak with ruined tongues, and the words we say aren't meant for anyone...No one means what they say, and you can tell as clear as deep sea fish, all internal organs and glowing eyes...And I said you can't make everybody happy, he said you'd like to at least make yourself happy though...I'm not sure who I am, I'm not sure who I am, but I know who I've been...How strange it is to be anything at all.


What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun, what a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in a wink of an eye and be gone from me, soft and sweet, let me hold it close and keep it here with me...On the way to god don't know, my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal...I'm on my way to god don't know or even care, my brain's the weak heart and my heart's the long stairs...But your lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire, so let me walk these coals til you believe I can cut the mustard well enough, cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize...There are angels in your angles, there's a low moon caught in your tangles...I want to take you far from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth...Kiss me just like a bee sting...Place your body here, let your skin begin to meld itself with mine...Breathe in, exhale, you know you taste like cancer...Your skin makes me cry...How strange it is to be anything at all.



So there you have it...me in a nutshell!
(...like you didn't already know I was a nut )



PS - I just finished my 5 page psych paper! All I have to do is pack and perform 4 scenes (one written by me and 3 by my classmates) in Japanese class tomorrow and I'm all done for the term!

Upon completion of all my responsibilities, this awaits me!:



Yes, beer is lovely and so forth, but of course I'm most excited about finishing off that BUTTER!

(Have I gushed much about butter in this journal? I can't really recall. Let it just be known that I am an extremely greasy individual who is not likely to live past 30.)





168 days!