Art Is Hard

My two photo teachers assured me that what I did was in the clear and not freud but even their opinions (ones which I hold more highly than really anyone elses) cannot shake me of my this awful feeling. Picasso did images of blurred light, he said, still I couldn’t help sobbing my stupid eyes out like a girl last night over this...and missing Paul so much. Anyways, thank you Daniel and Martin for calming me down last night. Thank you for everyone telling me to keep the blog up. That’s the end of this...honestly…here are the pictures...



Nyssa's gas tank full...for the first time probably ever.



I think she was trying to do something hispanic



It was wicked windy



I had to pull my hair back...I kind of want to shave my head but I know it would look bad



I wanted ribs so badly after seeing this



Walking over our heads



We made it



I'm pretty sure I had acid washed jeans once



I really want to go to CandyWorld...



The boys in their new place plus Ian



They had a party the night before



Ohhh the horror...poor Petey didn't feel so hot



Someone had thrown up the night before...black and white for viewers sake.





Trying to be real men and move things...it didn't really work out



Austin ripped his underwear in a fight or something...I promised I wouldn't put it on facebook...so I didn't



P-money (god these boys are hairy)



Car accident..so we went to investigate



It reminded me of that intense scene in Crash



Luckily it seemed no one was hurt so I felt better



Steve discovering the puke



Dustin came



I love Venture Brothers.









Everybody has one



Forever and ever



Dirty glass











Sunset over ohare



Train yards are beautiful



Trains are beautiful



The birds are keeping up



Home

P.S.



I wish you were back in this bed where I could care for you again. Please come home someday.