MY! Room

So I have for the first time in my life I have had full control over the decoration of my room, the only limit being my meager budget. The furniture was free! and I probably only spent a total of $75 on bedding, paint, fabric, and knicknacks. The tank on my desk is the home of dear little Parsley Snape, my baby corn snake. Hooray pictures!
Thank you to Travis, Danya and Bethany for helping me.

Well, Here Goes Nothing

Ok so this is the video i decided on. It is quite embarrassing. You can just hear the song from Glee playing in the background so I don't forget the words, but I still forget them like twice. Anyway, here it goes. It's pretty melodramatic. I hope you don't have very high expectations...

Creativity Born from Necessity (and Selfishness)

So I was feeling creative the other day and also like I needed a headband to match my outfit, so I whipped this little thing up in a few minutes. All it took was some spare yarn I had and my crocheting needle!

On a slightly more frivolous note (if that is at all possible) I'm thinking of starting to post videos of myself singing, like Rachel Berry so obnoxiously does on Glee. I might be a little too obsessed with Glee... no I'm not obsessed. I just really, really like it... inordinately. Anyway, if I'm honest with myself, most of the reason why I would want to do such a thing is the same reason Rachel does it: for approval, validation of her talent, and hopefully, applause. For me however, that is not the sole reason. I am aware that if I did post video of me singing no one might ever comment, validate, or otherwise acknowledge that video whatsoever. I have always been afraid of singing in front of people the way I sing behind closed doors in my house. I just want to be able to be the same all the time you know? I have a slightly reckless tendency to rebel against fear in my life; heck, my motto is that you should always do the things you're afraid of, so what kind of hypocrite would i be if I didn't do just that? So, my follower(s), expect a video of my singing which you can praise, ridicule, or ignore for the rest of the life of the internet soon.

A First Poem of Mid Level Profundity

Even though I desire to accompany this poem with an explanation, I won't. I want this poem to stand on it's own. An artist doesn't travel around with his paintings in order to explain them. Good art should speak on its own, and that is what I aspire to create, so here is an attempt.

Aesthetic Distance and Invasive Camera Angles

We lined up to carve our marks in the tender bark of her

Soul tree. If her soul is a tree. At first I thought it was like me:

Cold, hard, shiny and stain resistant like steel.

I wonder if I should feel bad now that I know it wasn’t;

That I wrecked it the first time I shouldered past all the “hers”

Except the one who was only a collection of soft, pleasing curves.

Hello

Hello. All I can say is I hope this blog doesn't become a way to continually stroke my ego. So if you decide to follow, maybe you can insult me sometimes.
Just kidding, I think honesty is the best track.
See ya.