how i envision myself.

 *This is my conversational face* I've been a very, very bad blogger lately :( I've been lazy, stumped, whipped, and torn down by life. Okay, well no one ever said I wasn't the most exaggerating girl there was when I was growing up, but truth is I'm really tired. I'm actually packing my case for a summer long trip to Yale University where I'll be, once again, shadowing a couple doctors and getting paid to learn! Oh yeah!

 

 But, let me not scare anyone away here. *Get back to work!* Well, back to this post as it stands. My boring, unhectic life (haha *unhectic, I make up my own words guys) is not the point of this. 

See the face? Okay, well that's my "what the fuck are you talking about face?" Don't judge. It probably looks better when I have one of those moments, instead of me getting pissed at my camera. But I'm sure you see the more than creeped out faces in this post. I kinda went a little nuts at the 'shop? *twiddles fingers* Let me explain. I have this character who's Nameless and Faceless- eventually when I do an art post or something, you'll see what I'm saying, and I have no idea what I was thinking when I created her, except she has no face. Well, she has a lot of nothing really :D Anywhooo, I guess I channeled that.  

I sometimes hate getting technical about a specific piece of work, when it's not mine of course, or even when my friends swear by the heavens I was thinking something specifically when I created it. Why do we all think Shakespeare, in every single piece of literature he wrote, was such an original smart ass?  Don't get me wrong, I love his work, especially his sonnets, but not everything has to be dissected! Maybe he was smoking when he wrote his stuff. The guy probably wasn't even thinking "Haha, in 200 years I'm going to have people from all over flocking to understand what the hell I'm trying to say!" *insert crazy dance here* I'm convinced he was way ahead of his time though. He was one of the most out there but in the closet, men. Read Sonnet 20 if you don't believe me. He gets kudos for that one! Totally off topic, but on the same topic, I think that's how religion was created. Not meaning to spite anyone though. *whispers* Not my intention at'all ...

But have you ever done something where you just feel like you didn't know why you did it, or how it happened for that matter? (I have a lot of those kinds of stories. In fact my mom, for a couple of years was wondering where she went wrong with me) But I think it's just one of those things. Like this picture of my hands.

 

 

Or this picture of my rings and my favorite pair of shoes!