Sunday, June 05, 2011

More Art

A painting I did a year ago for my high school art class. It was inspired by Serj Tankian, the lead singer of System of a Down.

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Im not just a good writer

I am an avid artist, and I just thought of sharing this with you guys. I usually don't do "art for art's sake" as it was for a project. I do not actually like Ninja Gaiden whatsoever (yes, I have played both games), but he is a badass nonetheless.

Fantasized Journal Entry #2

#2. Age 14, January 17th, 2003, Anger management, and severe depression.
Depravation. I have no idea what’s wrong with me… my parents just don’t seem to understand! They kicked me out… I can’t really remember why though. I guess they had enough of me getting “just 70’s”, even though I’m trying my hardest. All they fucking care about is the number on the top of my report card. If it’s not over 80, then I get grounded. Maybe it was that one time I turned Freddy the Ferret’s face into hamburger because he called me a chump… I just snapped. But my parents… they transformed me! Now I hate everything, even playing guitar. It’s because of them that I can’t keep a job, or a relationship, or be a better guitar player. Also Uncle Vernon just died of cancer. He was the only person in my dysfunctional life that could make everything seem brighter… now he’s gone. God dammit! If only I could just show them what they’re doing to their son… to me… their only son. Fuck! I stormed outside of my room as they were watching their CNN Newsroom and eating their Chinese take out. Tears were rolling down my cheek, “If you don’t care about me, I don’t care about living in this world!” As I stormed outside. I just sat in the middle of the road and began to cry, waiting for ongoing traffic to come take me away from this place. It was freezing, like 10 or something below zero; I was just in my pyjamas. Then, something weird happened. I started to recollect all the decent things that happened in my life, and then I understood that I had more to live for than taken for granted. I had realized this just seconds before an ongoing truck almost ploughed into me. Being the son of middle class white trash made me realize that there is actually greater purpose in life: to live. I realized that suicide is the ultimate form of giving up, which from that day forward I made a pledge never to do. I still hate my parents, but now I respect the fact that raising a kid like me can be difficult. 

(RE-EDIT) This is why from now on, REMEMBER, whenever I have mood swings, I have to think about everything I have in my life and asses it, and then come to a conclusion. MAKE SURE YOU CALM DOWN AND THINK OF EVERYTHING YOU HAVE IN YOUR LIFE.