Gouache.

So I'm painting, or was until I got totally engrossed in Matthew Woodson's Life, nothing new there. I'm glad I'm painting, and I came up with what I think is a pretty sweet concept for an album I have never heard, but they asked for graphics so some how I came up with it. The band is called The Great Escape and they're new full length is called "It's Unattractive to Say These Things." So I was exploring the stereotypical idea of "the great escape" and someone driving an old beater car away into the sunset. So several stock and google image searches later, it kinda became this idea of this regular, imperfect girl, gets sick of it all with out hating her life. Shes not running away, shes getting away, she doesn't need to grow, she needs other people to. So she drives her beater out of the 'burbs into the desert, it breaks down and thus she pushes it on. At the same time theres this guy that has a suit and tie job, and he realizes that he knows nothing about himself, so he flat out fucking runs, brief case and everything, cause thats all he has of himself. He sees the mirage of her and blahty blah. he helps her push during the night, and at one point they sit down and he says to her, while the sun rises behind them, "There's a life left for me in your rear view mirror."
I feel like its very stereotypical, but I don't want their to be a solution, I don't want there to be a love story. Just two common people who commonly need to be 'away.' You don't even know if they become friends, they just are.
At the same time it makes me nervous, cause it seems like alot of my concept and the wealth of what I'e been feeling the last couple days, which is what I guess most design is, but I'm wondering if I might be losing the band's ideas. However after I said I would do it, I haven't heard back from them to even hear if they have ideas.
It is a good thing, because it is the start of my gouache sketchbook for the summer. It's one of my summer goals, even though I don't believe it is an original one. So yesterday I picked up a little 3.5" x 5.5" Moleskine. It's this idea of sketching to the nth degree, almost completing something that can't be completed. At the end of the day its still just in a sketch book.
I also picked up a black pastel paper pad and a warm grey and cool grey pastel. I have this grand idea of sketching buildings I love really simply. Once the idea of a more permanent sketch. (It took me 20 minutes to figure out how to spell 'permanent' so I forgot what else I was going to say, if anything.)
I have like 3 shirts folded and the rest is all thrown around. And I want to run around 5 everyday. I had no clue today went by so fast.

Answers.

What's wrong with you?
What's up with you?
What happened to your head?
The things I'll never be able to answer.
Everything I'll never be able to understand
All be cause you gave up on me
Leaving with the stupid question on your lips,
What happened to you?

Nutrition.

In the last two days, I have had 7 cookies, 2 hot dogs, 7 crackers with cheese, probably over 7 cans of Coca Cola, 2 cans of strawberry Fanta and 2 full to the brim glasses of wine. I don't know why 2 and 7 appear so much, but its occuring to me I should eat.
I'm hosting a bachelorette party, and it seems that I am the only one doing anything. Oh yea, and I don't live in Ellicott City anymore, so I'm doing this just in the last week. I guess e-mailing people asking for areas people could help in, doesn't work, even though two weeks before, everyone wanted in on the action. Whatever, I just want my sister to have a good time. I'm off to make food for other people to eat, which I cannot, because I have no money or time left to look for alternatives I can eat. Fuck it.

365.

So I caught up 365 Puddles to only be 2 weeks behind, so sad. I was doing so well, but hopefully my grades will reflect the time spend away. And thank you blogger for you past post thing, because it makes 365 just format right on the page now.
I'm in the apt, at least all my stuffs here, doesn't really mean I'm all moved in.
I'm tired, night.

the middle-woman is tired, i need a break, i need to study, i need to sleep.

my poor little heart, don't take their criticism.

isn't it?

its always nice to know that no matter how awful the days are we still have our awkward, undying love.