I was in a really bad mood earlier today...something about the lack of accomplishments I've done and the boredom drove me over the edge. I'm also in an art blockk gahhh, I've looked at so many artists to "inspire me" but all it does is reveal how mediocre my work is. My grades in school aren't spectacular either...gahhh and I wish things'll go back to the way they used to be, a few months ago, with that person.


Acrylic remains


Finally replacing this BRICK with the Samsung Eternity on the 29th.



DOHHOHO



I was detangling the charms on my cellphone because I wouldn't use it in a few days, and I wanted to wash the fuzzy ones. As I detangled the strings, I realized a few charms had fallen off of their lanyards, so only the lanyard was remaining and was only taking up room and tangling the bunch. As I cut them away, it reminded me of the relationships I've had in the past year...relationships that weren't cut off cleanly, that weren't fully resolved, and ones that were unsalvageable. It was just so easy to completely cut them off...If my relationships with everyone was symbolized by my cellphone charm mass, then the cellphone charm strings would be my connection/relationship with them, and the actual charms would be the good relationship...Those cellphone charms with no charms and only the strings are those people who I still hold on to (or vice versa) but would better be off apart because the broken relationship only adds to the chaos without any benefit for both sides. I should...sort out my cellphone charms more often...figuratively and literally.



I also gave them all a bath...they all had so much dirt on them @_@ Dusting off and cleaning up those relationships? Getting rid/resolving all past issues? ahahaha




Ahhh fencing...I should start this up again, but I'm not sure if I can...maybe next trimester...

I feel calmer now, now that I've let this out. The fresh cold air from the open window is relieving too ahahahah~ If only I could capture it so I could take it forever with me...Voices, images, motion can all be captured, but can feeling ever be?