when I get damn bored I turn to my make-up and camera, and take loads of pictures of myself. Very narcissistic, I know. But it’s a thing I always do, experimenting with my look and I find it pretty fascinating how many faces a human being actually can have. I can look so fucking ugly and I can look really swell, I can look goddamn depressed and at the same time switch to a happy face. Quite frankly I love how versatile we can be and are.
And this is what came out of my boredom… there is more, but I think I will pipe down the narcissism for today..
And by the way: here is day 2 of my project – it still needs some work
I’ve started on a new painting project, and this time it is actually going pretty well. Before I had a great project and that was to paint a portrait of Charles Bukowski, but that didn’t go too well. Or.. I did the drawing, but never the colours and instead of finshing it I started on Bill Hicks. Yeah, I know – I jump from guy to guy, but sometimes I can’t help myself. I just felt like painting Bill Hicks instead. Sorry Bukowski!
It’s a bigger project, so I’m not finished at all. I still have a lot to do, but this is how day 1 looks for now:
I met some swell people out and about, hanging with my best friend Agnes. We went to a concert with Emma Acs and The Blue Van, where I finally met my sexy soul sister Atusa and all of her good friends. What a great night!
skanky lip pose
I don’t know why, but I just felt like saying “boys suck” – and it’s not even because I have any troubles with them.. I just felt like hating for the fun of it – do you know that feeling?
Anyways. I feel like I shouldn’t be blogging today. I may be a little too catty or a little too pathetic, and I’m not even in a bad mood. Or am I? What the fuck is going on – first I can’t make my hunger go away and now this? I should just get my act together…
Filed under Myself, Pictures
this is the outcome after being a babysitter and training my butt of
I felt like giving an update on my life as a student, having a year of nothing to do. But my year of freedom didn’t turn out quite as great as I thought.
First of all: I expected all of my interests to blossom right after I kicked high school in the nuts, but no? All that I ever wanted to do while I was in high school, like reading books, hearing and playing music… following my DJ dream as Yasminosaurus Rex didn’t seem so appealing after all. And why the fuck is that so? I have no clue, but depressing it is.
Actually I don’t feel like doing anything, nothing seems to get my groove on. Not music, not books and not even boys.
So what happened to me? Yeah, that’s a million dollar question. All I can say that my year of freedom sucks a bit ass – it sucked a lot more ass before, so fortunately things are looking up.
It all started when I finally graduated and had the whole summer to look forward too, but as I have told you guys before I’m the sexy (haha), modern and girly version for Oedipus so it didn’t turn out so neat. First I got extremely sick without even knowing. Yeah, I felt like shit but I thought “I always feel like shit so what is the problem?” and therefore I didn’t quite take it seriously. That was one big mistake, cause’ instead of treating my body as a temple I honestly took it for a fun, but dirty ride. Haha, that sounds horrible. Please do not take it literally. Long story short I was sick for 2 months and was not even allowed to exercise… hello 10 kg!
And that’s not all. I also broke it off with my boyfriend.
But now I’m exercising again and trying to enjoy my year, and instead of bitching about my lack of passion for anything, I will try to find out what the fuck I really want to do with myself and my life.
I just need a job and a new dress, and then I know I’m finally back on track!
I think this picture is from… 2006. Back in the days pictures with high brightness was the thing, you know. We loved our faces with no noses – sounds a bit weird, can you even say that.. no noses? Oh, well…
So, back to life. I need to pick myself up and get out the door right now… maybe not now.. maybe in 5 min? Okay, 10 min! Gym is calling.