I'm still a Graphic Design major, though I am also a Fiction Writing minor now. That's one of the finer points about Columbia that CVA didn't offer - liberal arts. My first semester was woefully void of any drawing or especially "artsy" classes, so I took refuge in the few enjoyable classes I picked. Namely Japanese I. yuss. Fiction I could've been much more enjoyable, had my overall workload not been as high. As it is, I will be taking Fiction I again next semester.. oops.
I have not really drawn for the sake of drawing.. for a very, very long time. It's most shameful. Baby steps, it seems, will fix that. A couple less than satisfactory doodles yesterday. Nothing terribly inspiring. Though, I'm not really all that inspired myself of late. Autopilot gets you through the day, but it does no service to your imagination.
"Don't cry for me. I don't need your sympathy. I've got everything I need inside of me."
This CD, Welcome to the Masquerade. It was a Christmas present from my parents. Keep listening to the good, wholesome music, they say. Keep your mind off the occult and those vampires.
"I feel you like an angel watching over me."
It's all a matter of self-motivation now.
I've been given the talks, the encouragement and the harping, and that's really all there is left. If only my strongest desire wasn't to crawl back to bed every day.
"I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't break away."
"The part that hurts the most is me."
"It's everything I do without you."
Today is the day I turn off zombie mode. Yeah, right...