Sunday Sundries - 19

Wow, the week flew by with hardly any posts! Sorry about that, it's been a hectic semester for me. I'll try and do better this week! 1. Photography recommendation: Lauren Fleishman . Wow, Lauren's work gorgeous and sad and moving all at once. You absolutely have to check out her series "You Would Have Loved Him Too." 2. Illustration/Graphic Design Recommendation: Phillip Fivel . Phillip ...

Busy

I've been sooo busy lately so sorry if it has felt like im avoiding anyone. It is midterms so my schedule is getting filled. I have a test to do online for html not to mention an assignment due next week. I have lots of roughs and a storyboard to do for my animatic class. Granted out actual animatic due date is extended it is still quit time consuming. I have not had any time to work on it as it ...

Tenimyu 01 Lyric & Translation Part 1

For I while I've been searching the internet to find lyrics and translations of each Tenimyu song, but soon I discovered it was almost impossible to easily find these. Lyrics weren't that troublesome, but translations... So I decided to make a set of entry's with all lyrics [romanized] and translations of each Tenimyu song. Right now it's still a little impossible to post everything, since ...

i have a smelly face

I think I'm possibly nicer to strangers than friends - that's the whole sad truth. I smile to you, ask you about your day, whether you've had lunch - and the whole pleasant thing is i'll probably see you once a week, once a month, how about maybe never again. Say goodbye, see you again coupled with a friendly wave. And it's easier that way. It's much harder to be good friends though, with good ...

The stale smell of winter Carbon monoxide Second hand smoke Bitter to the taste buds Cement in my lungs Proves to be such a precise Mnemonic device To so blindly trace Such an unfamiliar face There’s not much here Mostly gray, vividly lax Gravity reigns as dictator Of this artic necropolis The place I call A broken home Where your flowers Thrive in the bliss Of never knowing The world outside ...

watching cubic [L/R] ock live and

i got really hyped up and started doing what the crowd was doing now it is rather late night and so just stood still and couldn't jump around so i was just moving my hands like aoi was right then i hear laughing and look over and see my mom heading over to the kitchen i was embarrased to say the least and by accident i almost flipped her off because i'm used to doing that ...

My perfect guy

I know you can't just wish for a boy and he'll be there. The best things in life are unexpected. If I could have someone though they would be the best pieces of the best people that I've known Someone who holds me tight like you did Someone who holds my hand in the hallway Someone who I can laugh with at stupid movies. Someone thats Ace at Scene it. Someone who I can wrestle with. Someone who ...

mistaking the sea for green fields

Ashley Capps Ophelia, when she died, lay in the water like the river's bride, all pale and start and beautiful against the somber rocks, her hair an endless golden ceremony. She made the water sing for her; it flowed over her folded arms. Not so my father's sister Karen, swollen in a day-old tub of water when they found her, needle tucked into the fold of her arm, her last thing; ...

S, J

S, J the closest smell would be almonds, though they are neither spicy nor musty nor sweet but they are the nearest thing to your father's old coat with the big sleeves, West Indian cooking, slightly sweaty black hair: all of this plus a million and an onion.  

Oldie but a Goodie

Black Robbers   For anyone who didn' t see David Letterman ' s take on this: (And it ' s a true   story...) On a recent weekend in Atlantic City , a woman won a bucketful of    quarters at a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with   her husband in the hotel dining room.       But first she wanted to stash the ...