Simple.

Today was cool.

Developing.

Past few days, or time since the last post, have been really well.

Did some good stuff DIY mods, with the great help of my brotha D., to my car. Sweetness is making its way to me.

Got a potential customer to buy my long-tried-to-sell Unkles. I hope this one doesn't flake like all the rest did.

Gotta go and get things done! Late!

Again....

Did this and that, saw that and this, drove here to there.

Hung out with my boys again. Love them! :D

Tired right now, but I still want to be active. Nah though, because its better to be here in my comfy room with my comfy bed.

Goodnight.

Super cool time today.

So I did wake up early enough to carry out the plan I thought of last night, and so did Cuts. We were, as little or much as we were able to, ready to get going. On the other hand, Ron wasn't. Beezy. So, in the end the result was that we did not go play ball at 5 AM, and we all went back to sleep. Later, Ron called me and I filled him in, kinda making it his fault; that's what Cuts wanted to do. I ended up living one of my worst fears this morning, waking up late and getting late to class. I went to get Starbucks... I needed food.

School was alright, pretty cool. It went by quickly and that's always a plus. OK, enough with school.

After I left, I went to D's house. We worked on my car a little bit, doing multiple DIY mods. It was a great growing and learning experience from me. Because, when you want to learn, you gotta learn from someone who's more experienced, like him. Debaged my trunk, removed notice stickers, changed headrests, and removed Subaru center caps. Nice stuff for the beginning phases of modifications. Also kicked it with him and Marlowe and just hung out.

I relaxed at home and kind of did what I planned to do. I planned to have a 'Think about college day.' I did not end up doing that like I wanted to. Haha, let's try today, Saturday.

After waiting the whole day, I went out to watch Meet the Spartans with LTA. Like all LTA hang outs, it was dope. Meet the Spartans was mad funny, but also mad stupid. It evens out and not in a good way. But, it was cool. And a thing that jazzed up the night was joining and hanging out with another friend of ours, Candice. It was great that she came along and spent time with us; she never has, nor have I. It was doper. The four of us went bowling and we played 2-on-2: Cuts and Ron & Candice and Me. Candice, and especially, I began our game slow, but like all underdog stories we ended up with the better end. We won the match. Yay! Well is how we did.

I finally, and can't really believe that I did, let people learn/practice stick with my car. I usually don't like the idea, but tonight was different. Candice and Cuts drove and I think they liked it, I know Cuts did, (too much even.) After circles in a parking lot, we headed home. Drive back to our respective homes was fun and dandy. 'Tis was coo. Candice lives kinda far... super nice house and neighborhood in my opinion. So, left to drop off were the two boys. After a few wrong turns, I found our way and pursued it. Goodnight Cuts, goodnight Ron. In the door I go, home around 1:30 AM. I was surprised that I didn't get in trouble for being out that late. I mean, I know I shouldn't because I did nothing wrong, but I'm not one of the kids that can stay out so late. On some level, I wish I could, but I know its not all about going out and staying out late. So, I'm okay, I'm good, I'm not complaining.

That was Friday. The weariness is making its way to fully consuming me, so goodnight reader. Peace.

LTA STATUS!!!

Love my homies. LTA all day. They know wsup, and so do I.

So... put my vision of going strait to art college on hold by going to SFSU or SJSU? I gotta think about it.

Loves on mines. Its #1!

Nonchalant.

Woke up a bit late and went to Denny's for breakfast with Anna.
Then came home.
I chatted with my sister for a while.
Ate food.
Finally took a nap, which was off the chain with replenishing energy.
Went to the gym then Church.
Back home and watched One Tree Hill, and other stuff.
Ate food.
Came back online, still wanting to sleep early.
Currently listening to Kindly Unspoken by Kate Voegele.
Ok I'm out, school tomorrow.
Goodnight.

Smiley.

Work out after a month hiatus.
Drive.
Skate.
Practice; became a tenor.
Chill.
Kick it.
Sleep.
Breakfast.
Now....

It all deserves a smiley face: :]

Sweetness.

To end my Saturday I spent time with my two homies, Ron & Cuts. We did this and that, then that and some of this. It was fun. The right way to end my day.

Discontented.

First of all, I didn't expect any praise or captivation. I didn't expect any person to say that my artwork is spectacular. And I didn't expect to be handled the way I was. No one really asked me about any of the stories behind my paintings. No one asked me, "what's going on here?" or "why did you make this?" Nobody took me into depth. That, and those type of questions, I expected. I was ready for them. I was ready to be asked difficult questions about my work and respond with substantial, deep meanings. I was ready to show colleges the aptitude for art that I had. Don't get me wrong, the colleges did not put me down in anyway or gave me negative comments. They critiqued and gave me their honest opinions. I respect that, and that's exactly what I want. But I didn't want something more, I believed I deserved it. I believe that I deserved better feedback or better questions, because I know that I really put quality work into my pieces. They don't know that though, but I thought that they would get an idea of it by looking. I guess not. I was told that I need more drawings; I understand and agree. I was told that my portfolio doesn't quite balance; I agree. I was told that my color use was great and full of potential; I agree. I was told that I was getting lost with color; I don't agree.

I went to CCA first because that's the number one school I want to go to. I didn't go to others first and build up stamina for CCA. I went to them first because it was the most important and I was fresh. The man told me I need more drawings, because he said illustrators can draw anything. In a way, I think he perceived that I wasn't so good at drawing. That is false, because drawing would probably be my strongest ability. He loved the color in my pieces. Then, he decided that I should resubmit my portfolio. Just because I didn't have any good drawings? I understand that. As he was pausing before checking the box saying "Resubmit..." I was yearning, inside, that he'd change his mind and check the box that said my portfolio has been approved. He didn't. Right after, he told me what he did and its not that my portfolio doesn't have the potential to be approved right then and there. He also told me that he could see loads of potential in my work. And his favorite piece was my print, a piece that I made quickly. Thank you.

Next, I went to Otis. The lady there did ask me about a couple of my pieces and I explained. She liked what I had to say. She also liked my print.... She told me that she hopes I apply because she believes that I would have a good chance of being accepted. That's nice, wouldn't you say? That was the type of thing I wanted to know. But, then I also found out that while you learn art at Otis, you earn your GED. Something that I don't want to do and something that I can do at SJSU. She was nice though. Thank you.

I went to Laguna College of Design next and they were taking so long with their kids. So, my father and I left the line. Thank you.

Lastly, I had my portfolio reviewed by Parsons. If I was accepted by them, that would be so cool, because they're located in NY, NY. The man told me I need to go back and do more traditional work as in still lives, but just copy, recreate. I was told I need more drawings and not to include pieces over a year old. He also told me that my work was all over the place and that I needed to stick to one thing. I can agree there, because there are pieces in my portfolio that I put in there just to occupy space. And he told me that he thinks I got lost with color. Thank you.

I wanted to go up to Art Center, but I didn't have the courage. I knew my portfolio wasn't adequate enough. I guess thats a bad on my side. Plus, the line was long. Oh well.

I also saw a lot of, I guess nice looking, girls... with flat asses. O_o
To sum it up: National Portfolio Day wasn't as good, for me, as I had hoped.

I waited over an hour in my dad's car, in the McDonald's parking lot, as he shopped in Amoeba.

I drove home and while doing so I was falling into stage one of sleep. But, I made it.

I'm here now, a bit crushed and lost; lost without the confidence and ambition I had beforehand. All I know and want to do now is go out. I want to hang with friends and people because I haven't in two weeks. I think I'd be ok with it.

Also, I saw HELLA subies today. It was crazy and too much to handle. The most of them were wagons and it was a mixture of WRXs and 2.5/Outbacks. I never knew. I guess SF loves Subaru and wagons. Saw hella Outbacks and Legacys too, but you see them all over the place.

So... that's basically it. The blog-worthy information and stories. Bye.

A Breather.

I've got a little bit of time, so I'm taking use of it. So I'm finally finished with finals and they weren't as bad as I imagined. I guess it was because of how they were this week and how I needed to work so much this week, that I just worried too much. It feels as if I just finished another school year, but its just the first semester. Wow. First half of senior year is now behind me and just one more left. How cliche but, time goes by so fast.

I'm so proud of myself. Bold statement as it is and I'm not feeling arrogant to say it. I really am proud of myself. Within two weeks, I've created half of my portfolio. I worked on art for hours, leaving me with exhaustion and laryngitis. My voice was also lost for over a day. Now that its back and I'm feeling good, the end is not yet. Tomorrow is a big day for me, specifically the morning. Tomorrow is National Portfolio Day. Its when many art and design schools from across the nation gather at one spot, California College of the Arts (where I want to go), and review applicants' portfolios. I'm going to art college, I'm shooting for it. And at this moment I'm confident. I've got what art colleges are looking for in students. My work is not work of a novice. My experience is vast. I've grown so much. I've just got to be accepted, somewhere, its no question.

Got to revise my personal essay, work on more paintings, finalize some pieces, and plan out tomorrow's schedule. The busy never ceases to buzz. This is what life is now, the real authentic hard knock life. Its work. Its countless things to do one after the other. It is what it is and I'm going to kick its ass.

Peace out, I'm off to accomplish my self-set tasks.

At a mild dramatic brink.

So tomorrow I'm finishing up my tenth/eleventh piece and it may just be the last one. With the time I had, I believe I built a well portfolio. With more time, of course, I could have done better, but this is how I made things. All I have, mostly, is hope and faith.

Finally, I finalized, though not yet final, my works. And finally, subject to change by replacement in the future, I bought a portfolio.

I urinated around or exactly 15 times today. Seriously. Talk about crazy.

I began to loose my voice last night and at that instant I knew it was bad. I need my voice for Saturday because I'm going to be interviewed by the college I wish to go to. So, I continuously drank water, because it seemed to help, thus making me urinate so much. Also drank apple juice this morning. Now, I'm on multiple healing techniques. Hope and faith, hope and faith. :]

So tired, I am, as always... but thats an understatement. But yeah, You can understand my situation. I'M SO TIRED!!!!! I wish I could just sleep right now. I also wish I could sleep for an entire 24 hour day. But I can't. So be it.

Let's continue to walk forward into life. I'm here and I'm not stopping.

Goodnight.

Plus one.

Finished another painting and I really like how it came out. Yay me!

I'm proud of myself, for making these pieces with suck little time. Even so, I can feel how my skill is growing, while in the process. I hope so direly that I make it to California College of the Arts.

I'm going to need help to get through this week.

Night!

Pain, agony, exhaustion.

I guess I can be exaggerating about my situation. I am really tired though.

Finished another painting and I can sense my art self growing, becoming more sophisticated. But I know, as a profession, its going to be very difficult. Rather yet, art college in general. Four years. Am I ready? Not completely. Can I do it? No question.

La, la, la... going to relax now and watch more House. All the while think of new ideas for more pieces. The 19th is going to hit me faster than a baseball.

Live, all the way from my room in a house in a court of a street within a neighborhood of a city of a state belonging to the US of A, of the world... goodnight.

Stretched, kinda, thin.

I'm amazed by myself at the moment. I finished a sketch, complete with shading, of an STi and it was within two hours. Amazed I am because I can honestly say that I still have it. Rather, that I'm good at drawing. Yup.

My goal for this weekend was to finish at least three pieces. Portfolio Day is in a week. I'm so scared! Now my goal becomes two and heck, if I'm fortunate, I may even go crazy and do five in total. That would make me so proud of myself.

Yet again I'm really tired. My back is sore and aching, and all those fatigued symptoms. I need sleep, or just rest. I also need to have close to, if not at, 15 pieces. What to do, what to do? Mind says keep working but knows I won't attain great results, but it'll still be work, and the body says no, relax for tonight. I'm going to relax. I'll also try to get over somewhat wasting valuable work time. Can catching up on House make up for it? I hope so.

Haven't peeped scorn since August. WTH! Thats crazy!! I wish I went longer.

G'night y'all.

Collage.

That painting I started a month ago and never completed... I turned it into a collage and finished it. It is DOPE. Then, it kinda got ruined after my dad put a gloss finished. That angered me a bit. I hope it'll be fine by morning because I want to show my teacher.

Damn, I'm so tired I can't even type.

Went around today for Yes! Paste....

Tired, tired, and tired.

Week one is about done. One more. Lots of work to complete.

Laaaaate.

It continues; haven't died yet.

Woke up late and was late.

Worked more.
Finished two pieces.
Happy that I finished pieces, I know I've got spirit backing me up.
Preparing more.
Sleeping early(er than last night and the night before.)

The next days of school until the 18th:
Four projects due this Thursday and Friday. One completed. Another one uncertain for initial start. Other is with a partner, which is going well. Last is... with partner but has not been started.
Crap....
Next week is finals week..
Crap....
I'm not worried about finals that much, I never do. But this year I actually or probably will have a final for each class. Super gayyyyy! Plus I'm trying to meet the deadline and gotta write a personal statement.

Tired, exhausted, wasted, spent, drained, fatigued... I'm gone. G'night.

So this is what its like. Growing up.

And hardworking.

You know I couldn't go to sleep after not blogging for a week or more, because I began one but never finished it so its now saved waiting to be finished, even though I am thoroughly exhausted.

If you're planning to attend art college, you've got to begin your portfolio early. Seriously. I knew it but it just never worked out like that. Now I've got two weeks until National Portfolio Day, which can be the day to give me a college to go to or the day to crush my artistic skills, and I've got no really good pieces finished. MAJOR SADFACE.

Now I'm proving to myself, and whoever, that I can do it. I shall come up with at least 15 pieces within twelve days. I will make it to SF for that day. I will get into an art college. And I will attain my dream of becoming a professional artist. Damn right.

I'm not kidding when I say I'm so tired. I'm aching worse as I continue to write, but I just write so easily. It flows. Also, I have four projects due this week. I really should have done some major work during my break. But its not wrong to use break as a time to relax. I mean its not called "Time off to do other things."

I'll be incognito, not by choice, for the next two weeks. It may even be nice. I know I'll make it.

Good night.