artAs of late I've been trying to cope with the idea I just can't stablish a real relationship with anyone 'till I'm past third semester. I simply have no time to share with someone.
Theory classes are still kinda boring, but I'm interested in writing an essay on some topic of my choice, care to enlighten me with some options? Also, they've worked out enough for me to produce the following...
The only clear way to peace is justice...
-JaZ
| Thong (or flip-flop) You scored 66 comfort, 16 style, and 19 practicality! |
| Thongs (oh sorry, "flip flops" if you aren't australian) are probably the most popular of all footwear. They can be worn with anything, are so comfortable and can come in many different colours! You, like a thong, are very popular and it is most likely your easy-going nature which ensures this. You prize comfort over fashion which is good to see. Congratulations, be proud. |
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The What kind of footwear are you? Test written by bethparker2 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
THIS is fucking genius.
Not minding much that the only band I like from there turns out to be number one, it's still hilarious and yes, very very true.
-JaZ
Nah, I'm still alive and taking silly pictures.
Nothing too exciting has happened as of late, other than Itzaé already suspecting something's going on and me telling her how I feel any time soon (which, I already know the answer to, but it'd still be an act of dickery not to).
Anyway, delivered the assignment on color and got the results back on the texture thing, It wasn't too good, mostly because the professor was pretty much an ambiguous dumbass.
Now, I'm working on water color, mixing, mixing and mixing some more to get a nice colorful palette of boring hours of color work.
Without further ado... here's the picture raid (about 30 pix, so beware dial-up users)
me and my consequence free existance
-JaZ
| The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy |
 You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum. Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho |
| Who Should Paint You: Gustav Klimt |
 With just enough classic appeal to be hung in any museum! |
| Your True Love Is a Taurus |
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| You Are Homer Simpson |
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Lately we've had the usual work load, I'm slowly staying behind and of course, don't like that at all... still, everything's fine on the flipside, I've been attending more of those Jazz concerts and confirmed I just can't swallow the concept of modern jazz. When did it go from music to be enjoyed to art to be "appreciated", god I hate that. I hate people treating it like the second coming, dude it's just fucking music... ENJOY it.
Art in any shape, is to be lived and experienced, maybe even as a way of introspection, not "appreciated" only by a bunch of douchebags and know-it-all-dipshits calling themselves scholars.
Gah, anyway, past that small rant, I attended another comic book convention for hopes of something different. "La mole" (the thing) is supposedly the biggest one in the country, and still, things have changed a whole frickin' lot since the last time I visited (that was about 6 years ago).
Sadly, 90% of the stands were japanese bullshit again, no obscure imported comics, no cheaper action figures, no good stuff, it's all insanely-proportioned toons and retarded violence. Oh and it was INFESTED with that particular kind of moron... you know, the sort that calls his friends with japanese nicknames, eats sushi and admires linkin park, no matter how far away he's from said culture, and how far he's from knowing he's pretty much eating his own shit and loving it.
There was no Japanese metal band this time, but there WAS a karaoke contest... jesus christ.
Anyway, the possitive thing of the day were hot women in costume. Got pix of some other characters and stuff and if you want a full on acid critique on stupid anime fashion post, just ask, I'm BEGGING for it.
What else...
right... I might ask itzaé where the hell we're going some time soon... wish me luck?
-JaZ
P.S.
funny how after being such an asshole to manga and anime fans I ask for luck.
HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT! AN UPATE!
Alright so I haven't written anything here in a while... thing's been okay, so me not writing is something of a good sign, ain't it?
Sorta.
School is fine, you know, cut here, paste there, don't sleep, blah blah blah, same old story. Currently there's just two things bugging me to no end. One of them is how I've been in a static state of mind. Too distracted with different things to really concentrate on education. The other is the army.
That shit is truly taking valuable time and energy away from me, plus, if I didn't have to go sweat like a pig every saturday, I could be taking an afterclass course of national history and culture, I could go see ruins, castles, and other places outside the city and learn something about them.
So, to cut the rant, here's a picture raid for ye...
click here to see it
-JaZ
Busy weekend again. Been working on yet more textures, this time trying to transmit the characteristic bits of my personality in an individual, larger texture (the size of a standard priting sheet), which may also work as a background for future writing projects.
Another texture project is wrapping a chair with any textured materials to try and wake an emotion, thought etc. pretty much pick a concept for the feeling, heh, mine's "military service", you'll catch my drift once you get to the pictures.
On saturday I pretty much had a whole day of running around and being silly; military service from 8 to 1, getting back home, exhausted and needing an emergency shower, then running to the subway station to pick up jocelyn, get her back to my place, work on said texturized chair.
At five I was already late for a Jazz/Blues concert Itzaé invited me to, I dropped Jocelyn at the subway station again, took two buses and ran into the CNA (National Center of Arts) to find her and apologize for being a dumbass, stayed there from around six and a quarter till ten thirty. It was really good, I'm not that much into Jazz (ignorant about it, actually), but enjoyed it, there was also this strange mix of an art performance and fashion show, pretty cool.
Afterwards I walked her home, took some pix, etc etc etc. We talked about our relationship situation, she mentioned something about friends with priviledges not being so bad, and that actually that could become something else entirely, which could also be great.
Around the time we reached a 7/11, I realized it took me close to twenty minutes to get she wasn't talking about herself and some other guy.
That was a nice surprise, I guess. I didn't think she was interested in me that way at all, not like I am, anyway. Maybe, like she said, it's time I stop looking for stability, when everything resulting from my methods is all but that.
Either way, we'll see what we see.
( Now, you can click here and see some pictures of the week, and textures horribly resized by goddamn photofuckit! 
-JaZ
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