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or a chuckle…..

this was in the newspaper this morning.100_1329


i know some of these are old but i need to post them. i love how no one reads this and i talk like i have devoted readers. but really i made this for the benefit of myself so….


this is a fixed up version of my pastel drawing today.  i like it. a lot. i’m going to frame it and put it in my room. maybe. i like it in its raw form at the moment. here’s a close up that i’m trying to make my desktop…


and here is a pencil drawing of something random: that i did on the 23rd:


and i made this black and white so you could fully apreciate the pencil-yness. :) there is a color drawing behind it…thats why really.

it reminds me of seth from wicked lovely!!!

and there is more art…mostly watercolor though that you can look at  on the link: web albums.

good night.

school today,

dance; big muscles :),

talking with cally,

black tea,


movies about orphans,

laughter; lots of it,

talking with cally,


little brothers dancing,

humanities teachers,

old books,

good songs,

art class; pastels; awesome art teachers.

overall good feelings. it was a good day. even though part of it almost ended horribly. terribly. uncontrollably. but it is ok. thank god.

thank god.

i realize how much life is…life, today. and no words can express it, because even though how much i love words, they are so inadequate to what the heart says. why do words have to dictate and limit how you feel? and so much more i am learning that the heart speaks through silence. small actions of love. laughter. music. just closing your eyes and feeling your heart beat an extra beat and realizing its going to be okay, for now at least.

and that is the fragility and the beauty of life.

and i am so thankful for it.

There are things that are hard to forget
Things that weigh me down
The kind you clutch and the kind that you desperately push away
A thought that seems unmovable
People that tear me down
The kind that are always there and the kind that are hard not to hear
I pound my fists against this wall
Made of time and thoughts and stone
And fail to notice the smallest crack
But notice the breaks in my bones
The thoughts, the people, the words
I desperately want to burn
Is like burning damp wood making my eyes sting
So I fail to notice the smallest spark
But notice the tears and blood
And fail to see the plant take root in the unmovable wall;
The spark grow bright in the unburnable wood.


I was reading about Grace Kelly and Prince Rainier for my humanities class. It seemed like an all together too perfect thing from the outside.

Basically, she was a star, a big one in the 1950s. Traditionally they met, and they began to “correspond”, and he needed a wife, and so he asked, and she married him.
The wedding was enormous.
I wonder if she loved him, or if she just felt like it was a good match, or she wanted the fame, or if she felt she couldn’t refuse?
Did she have someone else that she wanted to marry but she didn’t because her Prince Charming asked her?
This picture is one taken for the cover of the LIFE magazine. I like that dress. She obviously loved fame and fortune and gorgeous clothes and acting with famous people like Jimmy Steward and Bing Crosby and Cary Grant. Heck, here she is with Audrey Hepburn.


But if you read about her later life with Prince Rainier, he banned the showings of the films she was in and he didn’t want her to act any more. I don’t like the picture of them at their wedding. It looks stiff. This one’s nicer. He looks older then her.


She lived in style. I wonder if she ever asked herself if this was all to live for. Jewels and crowns and adoring people.


There was alot of scary and sometimes true gossip and scandals and that every person and Paris Hilton’s mother endures. She died in ’82 in a car accident. I just looked up when her husband died and he died in 2005. Princess Diana came to the funeral.

She was full of life.

Jimmy Stewart said, “You know, I just love Grace Kelly. Not because she was a princess, not because she was an actress, not because she was my friend, but because she was just about the nicest lady I ever met. Grace brought into my life as she brought into yours, a soft, warm light every time I saw her, and every time I saw her was a holiday of its own. No question, I’ll miss her, we’ll all miss her, God bless you, Princess Grace.”

this is my favorite picture of Grace Kellygrace-kelly