"are you coming back tomorrow?"

i had such a good time spending time with, and helping high schoolers with art projects all day today that i truly almost can't believe it.

and yes, they did call me miss police. which they thought was hilarious.

hi, i'm miss police

tomorrow i have my first day as a substitute art teacher at maranatha.

high schoolers.

i was saying to my family tonight that i'm this really weird combination of feeling like kind of a cool, hip, older-than-them-but-still-young-enough-to-be-cool artist person...but also dealing with the fact that, when among them, the inside of me reverts back to a shy, insecure 15-year-old that is nothing but a painfully awkward geek who doesn't fit in with anyone...so it's kinda confusing.

should be interesting.

*#&$^!

sometimes i am blown away by what vulgar language people will so loudly and brazenly use in pleasant, public places. i suppose i shouldn't be, but i am.

is it just me...

...or is it just me?

transition

so much looming in the
front of me

so much needing to
be done


ah, the excitement...and oh, the fear!

3 win

starting 2 new employment opportunities
latest commission going well
laura and i got the apartment we wanted!

and 1 lose
time to budget for rent...which includes weaning myself off my daily coffee :(

cold

andrew and i are sitting outside of a starbucks drinking iced coffee, when a woman and a chatting little boy walk by. they are nearest just in time for us to hear her her say sweetly to him: "sometimes you talk about things that really aren't that interesting to me."
it takes a moment to sink in, but suddenly andrew and i are aghast in quiet, almost forced laughter, sharing whispered "oh my god"s as they pass us.
we are speechless for a few seconds, then andrew smirks and says, "i'm sure the kid feels the same way."

world's most boring injuries.

a couple of years ago i messed up my knee so badly i still have to run with a brace on it...i hurt it by sleeping on it wrong.
yesterday i bruised the bottom of my foot by pressing it too hard on the rung of the stool i was sitting on. i was concentrating so intensely on my drawing i didn't notice how much pressure i was putting on it for so long a time...and now it hurts to walk.

see...? boring.

destiny

"God is not an eternal blessing-machine for men; He did not come to save men out of pity: He came to save men because He had created them to be holy."

~oswald chambers

hoping

potentially big day tomorrow...

open window

the first time in weeks
outside is cool and clean and
i breathe the night air

F.I.N.E.

oh, i'm not stressed! i just have rocks in my stomach and my head kind of feels like a swollen balloon and i can't breathe too well and i want to curl up in bed and sleep for a month.
but i'm not stressed.

terrible beauty

amazing time-lapse photography of the smoke from the station fire. all it needs is a philip glass soundtrack...

...

i hate money

5ive

1 fire still out of control.

2 hilarious dogs i'm taking care of

3 drawings i hope to finish soon

4 new leads on possible living situatuons

5 minutes before i get ready for bed...

fired

three of my favorite pictures from the past 24 hours or so...

last night

this morning

this afternoon

la canada

107 degrees

dry

breezy

ON FIRE.

flaming

watching southern california burn to a crisp.

typed

exiting my car in a parking lot recently, i saw a sedan covered in ed hardy bumper stickers and even displaying an ed hardy sun visor. it was ridiculous. upon seeing it, my very first thought about the owner of the car was: "well, there is a pretty good chance that this person is not white".

loneliness

put it from your mind and focus instead on blessings and that which is good...or meditate on its purpose and lift it up in prayer?