it is saturday night...er well technically it's now sunday. i am currently in studio.
alone.
by myself.
there are no other losers working on a saturday night like me. but there are perks to this.
i have my handy ipod with me and i'm keeping myself company by singing loud and singing proud. granted i'm assuming that i'm still alone in here like i was when i first arrived.
maybe i'm just paranoid but i swear i keep hearing a door closing somewhere.
i'd be super embarrased if someone magically appeared during one of my killer solos.
pointless story
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
since it's thanksgiving break, i'm at home. so tonight my sister was all "hey, katlyn. let's go do sister things like paint pottery...blah blah." okay. we get to this place and there are shelves and shelves of blank ceramics for me to choose from. i start getting all weird like "shit. too much to pick from. too much blankness. too few ideas. too sniffly to care."
amidst the abundance of white pottery, i pick the smallest, flatest, cheapest plate i can find. plates are more useful than a ceramic princess riding a unicorn (don't think that wasn't an option, i seriously considered).
now. what the hell do i paint on this thing? from the random firing of neurons that is my thinking pattern, i get the flash of this image:
birds. they keep popping up all over the place with me lately. i think they're cute, which apparently merits me putting them on everything. like a plate.
tomorrow i'll eat a bird. because it's thanksgiving and that's what you do. when i went to the grocery store to buy the turkey i asked my mom why they were all "fresh young turkeys." i said if we're going to kill the things, we should kill off the old bastards. my mom thought this was funny. i did not. but.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
amidst the abundance of white pottery, i pick the smallest, flatest, cheapest plate i can find. plates are more useful than a ceramic princess riding a unicorn (don't think that wasn't an option, i seriously considered).
now. what the hell do i paint on this thing? from the random firing of neurons that is my thinking pattern, i get the flash of this image:
this little guy is a drawing by carson ellis (whom i love).
birds. they keep popping up all over the place with me lately. i think they're cute, which apparently merits me putting them on everything. like a plate.
tomorrow i'll eat a bird. because it's thanksgiving and that's what you do. when i went to the grocery store to buy the turkey i asked my mom why they were all "fresh young turkeys." i said if we're going to kill the things, we should kill off the old bastards. my mom thought this was funny. i did not. but.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
too much food!!!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
we celebrated thanksgiving early tonight.
hand turkeys.
naps under coffee tables.
dancing kitty cats.
polaroid sneak attacks.
i doubt the real day can surpass.
hand turkeys.
naps under coffee tables.
dancing kitty cats.
polaroid sneak attacks.
i doubt the real day can surpass.
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