The first time
you took off your clothes
in front of me, you slid
the white fabric of your blouse
off your arms and revealed
the pale ladders
You never referenced them
directly. You said you were
lost, once. You said you
did things, once, and you
did them because they
helped you survive yourself.
I didn’t say anything,
but you took my hand
and pressed it to the
ridged rows of your flesh
and for every line you left
upon yourself and healed,
I found another reason
to call you beautiful.
Well I have decided that I need to write and keep my mind circulating in ideas and thoughts. Work has overloaded my brain and I need some sort of an outlet to let any creative random thoughts out onto the real world or what is left of it.
Sorry if my mind goes of in tangents. This is more of a thought and stream of conciseness for myself to keep my sanity, not for opinionated assholes.
If you like what I have to say, thanks, if not I could not give half a shit.
I really want to get a type writer when I get to London. I dont want one to sit there and look pretty I want one that I can write on. I remember when I was little, I use to go to my aunts work and she had one and I would sit there for hours writing stories on her typewriter. I thought it was so cool to watch the arms of the letters strick the page as it created the letter on the paper.
This is what is ment writing is an art form. This is true artwork.
I totally want a husky still. Just a few more years. :)
In high school I felt challenged, each day I learned something in each one of my classes. In English I learned the proper way to write an essay, In math I learned Liner Equations, and in Science I learned about Ionic Bonds. I walked in each class with an empty notebook ready to write and absorb any and all knowledge that was forced down my throat. School was interesting and challenged me to be the best student that I could be. I was constantly learning new ideas, concepts, and facts, which have been essential to my character as a human being.
Now I feel like I hit a brick wall. In college, I fell like everything is just a review. I walk into classes with the same notebooks I had from high school and go over them day after day. I feel as if my tuition money is being thrown away by the government trying to re-teach me something that the masses did not remember from High School, but I do. Now instead of learning something new every day, I am constantly reminded that I payed $13,000 a year for a high school education and now I am getting the same education in college for $1,200 a year.
I feel cheated. I feel cheated not because my High School experience cost me so much, but that the college system I am in is out dated and ineffective. I feel like I could be challenged and pushed. I feel like I can do more, learn more, read more, but I cannot. I am stuck. I am in a frozen wall called State Education. I am frozen in a wall of GE credits, frozen in classes already taken. I am frozen and frostbitten by the poor quality of State Education, and I know I am not alone.
I feel that each day my money is being wasted by text books that will never be open and a lecture that I have heard time and time again. Its time for me to take my education into my own hands. It is time to learn on my own, read countless books, study things that interest me, and learn more than a professor can teach me. The school system has failed me, but I will not fail myself. School is not about the classroom, or the teacher. School is a place were you learn, and so far “My School” has kept me from learning.
“Angry Birds Artist Series” - Illustrations by Sam Spratt
A ways back, Rovio commissioned me to create a series of illustrations based on their characters from a certain bajillion-selling game series. These are the first 4 illustrations (Red Bird, Yellow Bird, Black Bird, and King Pig), with more to be revealed in the future.
Hey!! My mom keeps saying that to me!