Enjoyed the wedding this past weekend. Seeing my old friends is always great.
If I went/moved back to Ohio I’d maybe have made a groomsmen in at least one of these ceremonies I’ve been to over the years.
SCHOOL on the brain.
I wonder if the art “scene” is as boring everywhere else as it is here.
The art world is seeming smaller and smaller all the time. It’s become more apparent how tiny it all is, how tiny the world is. This world is supposed to feel vast but it doesn’t feel that way for me.
I wonder if it’s just going to become boring for me.
On another note, going to Texas later this month for another friend’s wedding. Furthest west I’ve ever been! Pretty pumped.
My question is- are you supposed to feel something that tells you to wed? Maybe I’ll never feel that because I have too many subconscious issues with my parents not making it together.
When’s the casual-ness of a relationship you’ve become used to turn into something else where you’re on one knee to another human being. Seems kinda strange to me. Or is it not a feeling and more, oh this is what I do now at this point I right?
The only women left in this town are bible thumping virgins…
Curating. Do I continue down this road in my education and abandon my art making? I guess I don’t really need to continue educating on how to “make” things. As fun as that would be.
I sold a piece at auction the other day for a large sum of money. I got congrats and questions as to why I don’t paint that way all the time. Why don’t you paint more like that? Why? Because I made that piece simply because it looks “nice” and rich people would buy it. Do I want to continually make “nice” things? The answer is no. I’d rather make things for a while that no one else enjoys for the simple quest of exploring myself. I guess I could try to merge the two, so I am not TOO poor.
At least my days aren’t filled with stress and struggle anymore. Capped with nights of terrible dreams. Having good dreams again is so nice, words cannot express.
I may be poor but I am happy again!
Bard for curating-
http://www.bard.edu/ccs/graduate/
UCLA for painting-
http://www.art.ucla.edu/painting/
There’s more than that in terms of schools I’d like to attend, but oh well. Personally I’d rather be in the west before I’d end up in NY.
A friend of mine said I have a complex in regards to women.
We’ll talk about this more later.
Money is the world’s way of making sure you don’t become too happy
I wish I could vent on a website like this the way I used to. I guess that’s part of becoming an “adulttttttt”
Granted I still spell things with extra letters so I’m not that old yet.
I turn 27 next month.
I am stressed beyond belief on so many multiple avenues in my life. I don’t know why I’m trying to curate an art show right now. I’m in no way healthy enough to do it and I’m having to force myself. It’s like trying to roll over a field of broken glass.
At least my bed rules. I have that going for me.
I may not have a job, my ex just called me recently(WHY?), I had to tell an attractive girl I couldn’t date her because of realizations regarding issues I still have over said ex. A girl who may be insane that I still love because things got so serious. “Hey surprise I’m crazy!” I’m dealing with a gallery owner now who I have to run everything by before we host the show in his space. Everything is getting reworked because of him. My mom has to get multiple surgeries because her body is falling apart and she thinks she’ll die. On top of that her parents are basically losing it in their 90’s and probably don’t have a lot of time left.
But at least my bed is now a haven for me to feel warm and safe. It’s taken away my inability to sleep that I was having issues with. Also I at least don’t wake up and sit around shaking like I was.
Interesting the way life works sometimes. The way things line up so well.

You always hear about the fabled individual that doesn’t have sex before marriage. Then you meet them and it makes for a long interesting conversation.
I love my Aunt:
“Marissa, don’t double dip your shrimp! Other people have to eat that too!”
*cue Trojan sex toy commercial*
To my cousins: “I think we should all chip in and get one of those!”
Me: “Weren’t you just complaining about Marissa double dipping the shrimp?!”
“Well it would just a different kind of double dipping”
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