Dream 2/17/2009

crazy dreams last night. The one I remember most vividly:
I was driving our new red car. I was driving to this park, a tiny park by my friend Anna
Millard's house. I was in the passenger's seat and the car was driving itself. I somehow ended up at some softball fields. My brother and Cheeseman were there. I agreed to drive them back home. But the car was hard to drive, it wouldn't brake, and I was lost. I could see the Nashville skyline in the background but it looked very far away. We finally stopped at Cheeseman's house so my brother could take a shower. There was a huge kitched and platters of hamburgers in orange bun and rice covered in tinfoil everywhere, even sitting in front of the fire place. Everything was orange and fake wood. Cheeseman mom's came home and accused me of eating a pan of rice, even though I'm pretty sure it was a dog.

In a previous part of the dream:
I had to take J.P. to a drawing class at Watking. Claire Syler and a few other people I knew were there but I didn't want anyone to see me. I met Haley and we had coffee in the little cafe, and she was telling me that my brother had left class to go camping with Evan Blackwell and John Bacon.

. . . and that's about all i remember folks.
i woke up feeling stressed.
i hate being lost.

drawing

is hard! my brain hurts from my first three-hour class last night. I really really really really really want to be able to draw well, but DAYUM it's going to take a lot of work. Last night was all about shading and blending and contrasting and it sucked. I need to go practice.

However, I did draw a pretty sweet bottle of Maker's Mark.
That made me do a bit of a happy dance at my easel/desk.

Also, I realized, just like everything else in the world, THERE IS NO ONE RIGHT WAY TO DRAW.
: ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : )
I can't wait for my own style to emerge.

I watched Wristcutters last night and was quite disappointed overall. It was one of those classic cases where expectations were too high and while the movie was far from awful, it just couldn't live up to the excessive hype. However, in my attempt to find the good in everything, here were the good things about it.


1. Patrick Fugit looking increasingly less like Patrick Fugit circa Almost Famous and increasingly more like Ryan Adams. The resemblance was a pleasant surprise, albeit a bit distracting.
.

2. Shannyn Sossamon!

yeah, like that crazy gorgeous woman from A Knight's Tale.
I wish I could rock the short spiky hair like Shannyn can.
Also, I'm glad Patrick ended up getting with Shannyn,
cause Desiree was SUCH A FLAKE.

3. GOB!!!!!!!

I love me some Gob Bluth.
In Wristcutters he played another failed musician
who keeps (unsuccessfully) trying to "set free" (aka "sever") his
soul from his body. He calls himself King.

I was contemplating putting Tom Waits on the list of good things, but honestly, he was just O.K. Although he did have a pretty sweet white suit. But I think in the end he goes on the list of things that just didn't quite click. A list which also includes the swirling black hole beneath the Russian guy's passenger seat. I hated that damned hole. Also, why did Shannyn (i forget her movie name, they all had weird names like "Zia") want to go back? She seemed like one of those happy free-spirited grunge-chic chicks but back in her real like she overdosed on heroin. She looked fucking depressed. Did all of a sudden her character suddenly change once reaching the hell for people who've offed themselves? sounds fishy to me.