Movie Opinions, Art Rave, American Tours, and The Latest Health Buzz

I figure on my Spring Break I will do as I always do when I am on any sort of break: watch movies. Last night I took a stab at some flick called The Unknown. A thriller/mystery/crime story. I began fading in and out, and at some point toward the end I lost interest altogether and was blindly watching this movie without picking up new information or progressions in the plot. So, I can't really judge it fairly. All I remember is the end was a plot twist of some sort, which probably would have been far more significant had I actually been watching the film. The movie as a whole is pretty confusing right from the beginning, but I've never let that give me a reason to dislike a movie. So... no rating for The Unknown. We'll save that one for another day.

Tonight I am watching a British comedy I stumbled upon, called The History Boys. From what I gather it looks something like a British rendition of American Pie. I loathe American Pie with every fiber of my being-- a better title would be Ass Hole Official Training Video-- but I have a soft spot in my heart for British comedies... and most other things British.

I have begun my second painting. I wasted a lot of blue paint, but I won't be telling my sister abou that... for a while the entire piece looked terrible, but I've thrown in some shading and some outlining and now it's coming along. Not at all what I pictured in my head, as I was fortunate enough to have happen with my first painting, but it's... it's... getting there. I am using my trailer as the setting for the painting, so today I dragged out my sister's wooden easel (which she had been using to HANG HER BELTS ON) and set it up in the backyard so I could sketch out my trailer. The only thing is, my dad saw me using the easel and is now poking and prodding as to what I am drawing. As a result, I have been giving rushed and ambiguous and to say the least suspicious answers: "I'm just working on something." So he probably thinks I'm making something secret. I'm not. I'll be frank: I do not like sharing my artwork with my dad. It is something he would neither understand nor appreciate. When I show him my work I feel like a small child handing her dad a crayon depiction of a house with a tree in front of it for him to hang on the fridge. I don't regard my art as "fridge work"; I regard it as art-- perhaps vastly imperfect art-- but art nonetheless. I don't like my artwork being naiively questioned. I don't like superficial responses ("Ohh... cool"). I don't like my work to be judged by people whom I don't perceive as qualified to judge my-- or anyone else's-- work. My dad violates these conditions along with several others, so I store my drawings in a D.A.R.E. folder and keep everything within the confines of my room, safe from ignorant eyes.


Elementary school, biatch.

As the insecure, 96th-percentile neuroticism individual that I am, I value my peers' responses to my work-- most of them, anyway. People have offended me before by making stupid comments like, "Ohhh it looks like cheese lol" on pieces that have an emotional significance to me. Oh yeah-- that's a good note: if you're going to make silly remarks, why not make a silly remark on a SILLY PICTURE. Seriously, folks-- I have a ton of them; arguably more than I do serious pictures. Go for it. Have at it.

I guess what I value most are honest opinions. Not attempts to crack jokes, or an ignorant "that's creepy"-- I want to know what YOU interpret. It helps me. I want to be able to see my art, and ultimately the entire world, from more than one perspective.

Well, that's all one. Tomorrow I am taking my sister, her friend, and their two French exchange students to the Wild Animal Park. Hopefully it won't be too hot... the weather has been pleasantly mild within the past week. I hope... the weather... remains this mild.


You are awesome if you know why I put this picture here.

I don't know why we're taking the French girls to the Wild Animal Park though... they got zoos in France, don't they? The only difference is the animals are kept on the LEFT side of the zoo. Oho! ...European joke.

Did you know that eating dark chocolate everyday improves your health? Finally, I have a valid excuse for stealing Dixie cups of semi-sweet chocolate chips out of our cupboard.