When I was working on my recent painting, she was keeping me company. She’s actually present during all of the photos I have just posted. Not lying.
Here’s my not-so-little girl surveying the work I’ve done!
My new neighbor said he thought she was a catahoula. His dog looks like the fatter version of my Willy here. After seeing his dog I kinda believe him. I always thought she looked like she was mixed with a pit bull, and he said that was very common for people to think catahoulas are part pit. I checked wiki and I think all of the characteristics fit her. You can see her little “leopard” spots real well in this one.
The mystery has been solved!
I recycled my old and broken coffee table (ahem, Willy broke it) and made it a canvas.
It’s not quite done yet and Im stumped with where Im headed with it… Here’s a close-up!
I found the lace at a garage sale. Bought a big zip-lock full of samples for $3. That’s what you call Thrift Painting. Reuse an old coffee table, old German notes, and old lace I found at a garage sale.
Im about to finish up at AC, but can’t quite go off and start my BA until I have…you know…MONEY.
So Im kinda at a stand-still for a year, which colleges are very much against (because they want to scare kids into debt), and have a list of things I want to make/craft!
Im going craft-crazy right now. Damn you, Pinterest!!!! Yarn. Paint. Felt. Yarn. Clay. MORE YARN!
Im torn between devoting my time to painting/drawing or crochet.
I want to do it all!!!
At the 806 the other day, just trying to focus on my homework, and the guys playing that night were asking some of the locals about Amarillo.
Fortunately I was across the room, because they would’ve asked me,
“So what do you think of Cadillac Ranch?”
And I would have to answer “Um…I’ve lived here for 15 years and I still haven’t visited Cadillac Ranch. Or the Big Texan…”
Im sure Im not the only “local” who doesn’t visit their “local” tourist trap.
Just found that one ironic.
Been seeing a lot of this awesome dorkiness on the interwebs!
Kinda want to bomb the park near my house.
It’s nick-named “Triangle Park”…you know…because it’s shaped like a triangle.
I want to crochet granny squares with triangle motifs in the centers and pin them on all of the trees that line the park…which were planted evenly around the edge of the “Triangle Park”.
Then there’s this park table in the center of the park…
I also want to completely cover the table.
It would be epic. :D
I need to get internet at home.
Sometimes people will ask “Don’t you have internet?”
No.
I live in the dark.
Fuck.
So far. And I think my personal goal will be to complete college loan free.
Some people will bash me for riding the financial aid train, but in my case it is the only way to pay for an education.
HOWEVER (this will please you “I pay my taxes for you to go to College” people), Im taking time off from school to find a better paying job (or a second job) to help pay for my education in the future, so that I do not rely completely on financial aid.
I feel that it is fair that I pay a portion for my education. But being asked to pay for the entirety is just insane, which brings me to another topic: Why is getting a college degree so fucking expensive?
Why is that?
Why are high school students all over the country being forced into this idea that you must go to college and you must graduate with at least a Bachelor’s Degree? Why are 18 year-olds being forced to take on student loans they have no hope of ever paying off. Why are we being pushed into a debt-filled life?
Why are we buying into that bullshit?
Why aren’t we working hard and saving up for OUR OWN education?
Why are we jumping into debt more readily than we are earning that money before-hand to pay for our education?
Because humans are an impatient race.
You’re poorer than the handicapped woman on 6th Street who keeps asking you for money.
And then after being asked a thousand times I yell:
“I have less money than you do! At least you receive disability checks every month!”
She never asked me for money again.
Damn truth.
Im going to go get my dog from my mother’s house.
She is my dog.
Those bitches can kiss my ass.
