Oh, Deer…

I finally finished another piece that I’ve been working on since I finished the turtle piece. I was rather indecisive with the background until I thought about doing something ‘floral’ to tie in with the deer’s antlers. I’m quite pleased by the way it all turned out, though. The “bark”-esque antlers are probably my favorite part of this piece. I also like the speckled dots on the flowers at the bottom. More details can be found below for those of you that may be interested.

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Details:

Title: “Oh, Deer…”
Size: 11″ x 14″
Medium: Pencil and Ink on Bristol Paper
Original: $45 USD – CONUS
Print: $15 USD – CONUS
Payment Method Accepted: Paypal
Contact: Please e-mail me if interested.

My Jam of The Day

僕の生活のテーマソングかな。日本人な踊っていた人もいる見たい。3分五十秒から最後までには、カッコいいじゃないか。

The part starting at 3:50 till the end is the best.

It’s simple enough for me to say that I’m a Will.I.Am fan, so it goes without explaining that I’m feeling his new jam. Enough to say that it could probably be the theme song to my life. It looks like this video takes place in Japan, along with some Japanese hip-hop dancers towards the end.

The swaying they do during the chorus, also reminds me of the way my grandpa used to dance too. Hahah. Love on multiple levels for this video. :]

To Whom It May Concern: (Therapeutic Venting)

“Friendship… is not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.”
- Muhammad Ali

You might read this. You might not. But I’m not writing this for you, but for myself. For a long time, I thought that maybe it was me, but others agree that it’s you. I can sympathize with your past though, because I didn’t have a good one either, but you’re so focused on yourself that you never really bothered to dig a little deeper into mine. Having just lost my grandfather a while ago helped clarify things for me a bit more, though. Death always helps you realize who’s important in your life, along with who (and what) you can live without.

Last week, you seemed “normal” around me asking me about when we were going to meet up to ‘talk’, but when I wanted to schedule something for the following week – you never responded to anything. How many times did I try to contact you within the past week? 4 times? Perhaps you were offended by the cold shoulder I gave you. Maybe even a little embarrassed? Maybe “shyness” is a crutch you use though, or perhaps your “shyness” combined with your passiveness and fear of confrontation make you who you are.

Regardless, I now see you as a coward. It resonates with your actions. You run away from your problems instead of facing them. Dare I say, you’re just like your father? I mean, what’s different between the two of you, anyway? Didn’t he run away from his problems too? Haven’t you abandoned your brothers just like he’s abandoned you? But maybe the alcohol helps you. Helps you to drown your sorrows. Unfortunately, the fact that you’re a child of alcoholic parents, you’re more susceptible to alcoholism, so I hope that’s not the case. But I don’t think you’ve reached the bottom yet. The bottom being where you realize how important people are in your life. So far, I believe your selfishness sees them as tools. As a temporary means of getting what you want. Although, I don’t think you realize that (yet).

I heard that you have a new girlfriend, too. That seems so soon, but I remember something you said before your girlfriend came into town: “I wanted to hang out with my friends, since I won’t get to see them while she’s in town.” It always made me wonder, why you wouldn’t get to see your friends, but it’s kind of coming together. It also makes me wonder if your current girlfriend is the same girl your ex girlfriend was asking you about. I’ll never know, but it does make sense. Maybe that’s why you were so quick to return to hanging out with your ‘disappointing’ friends as soon as she returned to Japan.

Oh well. I feel fortunate, though. The friends in my life aren’t only honest with me, but they’re also honest with themselves. Something that I don’t think you are. If they have a problem with me, I can assure you that it wouldn’t take weeks or months to talk about it. Nor would I have to constantly have to contact them just to get a sentence of response. Hopefully you are able to acquire some lifelong friends that you don’t only use, but cherish in return. Then again, maybe you’re not ready yet; but no one would know that better than your true self.

Deuces.

Quote of the Day

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
Bob Marley

My sentiments, exactly. When it comes to friendships, you just have to learn to let people go, and persevere with those that are willing to suffer alongside of you. Life is rough, but if you do things right, it doesn’t always have to be.

Just Plain, Eerie

So I wasn’t going to mention this, or blog about it, but it’s happened so many times now that I feel like I need to at least write about it once.

I just have to say that until approximately a month ago (maybe two months ago) I’ve never experienced anything like this before, in my life. The first time it happened, I fell asleep on my couch in the living room when I suddenly heard something whispering in my ear, which woke me up. My tv wasn’t on, the windows were closed, and I was the only one in the house. I chalked it up to maybe someone yelling outside and it somehow carried into the house. Interestingly enough, this wasn’t the only time this happened, as it seemed to begin to occur more frequently. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that maybe I was reaching the end of a dream and just woke myself up, but the funny thing is that I couldn’t remember dreaming about anything. So it wasn’t until more recently that the whispers have gotten louder. There was even a time when I felt like something was screaming from inside of my living room and I actually woke up startled. To be honest it sounds audible, but it’s just too difficult for me to distinguish what’s being said most of the time.

I have to admit that it’s really creepy, but until I can prove its something substantial or evident, I have to assume that I’m dreaming these sounds up – especially since I’m usually in some sort of sleep stage when it occurs. The question that comes to my mind, however, is how can I “dream” a voice that wakes me up without having any actual dreams? Oh well… I guess we’ll see if this goes away, or whether I have problems with my ears or something. I hope this didn’t creep you out too much. I find it interesting…