..mid-critique:

- (teacher) you know, that one looks like you just shit the bed
- ...o.0
- (fellow classmate) well, it looks like you had some trouble spreading the paint around.. didn't you?
- (me) No, it was okay :)
- (fellow classmate, a tone lower) I was trying to save your butt there..

I loved my little landscape class. I'll miss it.

My car doesn't start every (!) morning.
Now I know to leave at least half an hour in advance. Everywhere I go I turn the key with the fear that it won't start again right smack in the middle of the day. (But I have faith in you, my car!) My dad put jumpstart cables in the back. My mom said its a great way to meet men.

I am trying to decide whether I want to die right away when it starts.
Or live through it and see the new world.
England is the first to go. Japan is making arrangements because it is also at high risk right away.
And they say the most stable place to be will be Western Siberia (in terms of tectonic plates).
I really don't want to go!! Or at least I should make my way to the other continent. I don't want to either.
But you know, at high times planes won't fly.

In all seriousness my mom is worried like crazy!! And now the whole family is into it too.

So we decided to make a list of the predictions with a corresponding list of our actions.
In the end better be safe then sorry. But noone listens to each other anyway.
Do you know about that guy who was on the Titanic ship?
He was on the Titanic and he remembered reading a book where the tragic fate of a ship called Titan was told. And the circumstances in the book exactly matched those of Titanic. So he got off and ran away. And then things happened.

Things are different nowadays, something happened to me. And it has to do with fashion. (!)

I used to wear what I like and be mildly interested in style. So mildly that I wouln't even talk about it too much. My main points were only buy what you like and only what looks good on you.

But sometime recently a tiny switch has been flipped. I have finally found a complete way I would like to dress. And now I stive to fit within that repertoire. Getting dressed is not just grabbing what I like and putting it together anymore, its fullfilling an idea. And when I have fullfilled that idea I am so happy, like I've hit the nail on the head, like a still life perfectly set up. And I enjoy it, oh how much I enjoy it.

Since my closets have never been what I would call overly anbundant, I've learned to switch things up a bit, like a european woman. And I dress with a desire to look "french", even though only vaguely, if at all, do I know what french women dress like. I am, in fact, perfectly aware that my idea is nowhere near reality, but nevertheless that's what I call it, "I want to dress like a french woman."

And every time I have an opportunity to get dressed with an idea, I yell, "No, I haven't fullfilled my repertoire yet! I can't quite get it, oh my, oh my... Do I look like a french woman yet?!" And my mother would say, "Absolutely french!" because we are, once again, absolutely late.

- I like your scarf! Where did you learn to tie them like that?
- I looked it up on youtube...

I want to memorize this blog!!!
http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/
And I think I read the "best of stevepavlina.com" articles (on the left) all in one go.
Ahh so good, so good.