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heather is so weird why doesn't she ever come out of her room?

because she's busy in her own world, that's why.

i'm learning how to draw, despite the fact that my college drawing professor told me i was hopeless. but really i think it was because i wasn't really interested in seeing anything around me at that time. it was in that class, in a musty loft on the upper east side with rain leaking through the ceiling onto our stretched canvases that i originally decided i didn't care and i really wanted to take pictures. to photograph things that i thought mattered and not spent my thursday mornings drawing eggplants and potted pants on a wooden desk with fuck art etched into it. i agreed, walked out and never went back. i always wonder what happened to those nude charcoal drawings i did. actually i know what happened to them, 6 months later i walked into a figure drawing class in the middle of critique and there hung on the wall my drawing- visible eraser marks, the "hj" in the corner pleasantly shadowed over in the corner and all hanging on the board with some 18 year old explaining how much of a challenge it was to complete. at least some one benefited from it.

5 things i'm obsessed with this week
little earthquakes
white oleander
wasted
conquering the chicken
the girlfriend experience



i'm in the new SG iphone application available for download for free making a facial expression like someone just peed in my mouth. check it out.