Paper Bullets [ART]

Rudimentary Puddles

(Painted on satin fabric done over with a clean water brush to give it a softer feel, 
while keeping it bold.)

Detail

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.

proVISIONal

I love the sporadic feel of this.

Vanished ...

Atrous Lurid
Reminds me of cave formations made by water.
I originally wanted to name this one 'Cave Dweller', but felt that the color was the most predominant force behind this painting.

Life in unexpected places.
You can't see the detail, but it's a dead, static-y looking tree with tiny red buds scattered 
throughout it. Reminds me to not take something for what the first glance is worth.

The Great Escape
Painted on iridescent bronze stock.
I get a sense of "hurry up" or "rush" when I look at this. Those two factors combined remind me of city life.

Disorderly

Bloodline
Acrylic paint done over with a clean brush with water.
Allows it to be bold, but with a watercolor, soft feel to it.

Vain

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How was your day?

Pretty amazing. My assistant let me put peacock blue eyeshadow on him AND he (yes, HE!) left it on all day. My job is way too much fun!

Ask me anything

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Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate AND Vanilla soy milk.
Chocolate (vegan) ice cream.
Boom Choco Boom vegan chocolate bars are THE best.

Ask me anything

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Has anyone told you , you look like sarah jessica parker?=)

DEFINITELY a first. I get Lindsay Lohan, Jenny Lewis, Schuyler Fisk (the girl from the movie Orange County), and weirdly, Kate Husdon. Apparently I'm very unoriginal looking. :)

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Are you originally from New York/New Jersey? I'm so jealous. I've also wanted to go to New York, I live in Australia.

I'm jealous you live in Australia! I live in NJ, but spend all of my free time/weekends in NY. I'm working on moving there as we speak!

Ask me anything

All My Eyes Crave ...

Today I feel Lurid, a reddish yellow hue. Half serious, half "never take me seriously". It was an odd day. But a good day.

I was able to add a few more additions to the Paper Bullets collection. Hope your eyes enjoy looking at them as much as my hands enjoyed creating them.

The Great Escape.

I wish you could see this one a little better.

The paper is iridescent bronze.

I get a sense of "hurry up" or "rush" when I look at this.

Those two factors combined remind me of city life.

Life in unexpected places.

This is my favorite so far. You can't see the detail,

but it's a dead, static-y - looking tree with tiny red

buds all over it. Reminds me to not take something

for what the first glance is worth. 

Atrous Lurid

Reminds me of  cave formations made by water.

Originally wanted to name this one 'Cave Dweller', but felt that 

the color was the most predominant force behind this painting.

Current Listen: My Will Is Good - Port O'Brien

Paper Bullets

Art nerds unite.

With paint splattered, smudged, and dunked fingers, hands and clothing, I humbly bring you some art made by my own two tiny hands, from the inspiration and imagination of my buzzing brain, bubbling over with creativity.

With paper, fabric, ripped and torn cardboard, sets and tubes of paints and a set of a dozen brushes sprawled across one quarter of my bedroom, I sat myself on my floor and painted for hours. (I can only paint sitting on the floor on the bedroom. My mother wants to kill me.) Feeling content with the outcome, I've decided to spread this contagious inspiration, and reveal my pieces to my loyal, fellow readers.

Art is my worst habit. I'd ditch anyone to sit in my room and paint. I've called out of work because I was feeling extra creative and didn't want it to go to waste. I've gone an entire day without washing my hands, splattered with paint, because the creativity factor was so thrilling. Art is a drug. My pupils expand when I see something interesting, I find myself in daydreams, inspired by so much as a crumbed Styrofoam coffee cup next to a subway grate on a street in New York, I can't concentrate because my creativity levels are too high.

My artwork is rarely realistic. (I love abstract art, the kind that makes no sense, only to the artist.) I experiment with brush strokes and let them do the thinking for me, creating the next step. My brain is going at warp speed, but really, no thinking is required. Abstract art is what mainly spikes my interest, although all art is profoundly beautiful.

Laid before you is what I've created in the last three hours. Enjoy. There will be much more to look forward to.

Rudimentary Puddles

Painted on satin fabric.

Rudimentary Puddles

Detail View

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.

proVISIONal

Vanished...

Current Listen: I Woke Up Today - Port O'Brien

Let It Trot

This guy and his headdress RULE

Life is about ten percent of what happens to you, and ninety percent of how you react to it.

I heard this quote today and it struck a cord in me. You know when you're barely thinking, just kind of going with the groove of your day/where you're at in life, and something stops you in your tracks. It's that thing that you just heart, at that moment, that is most likely to stick with you longer than someone who attempts to lecture you with their "advice".

It's inevitable, both good and bad things will happen to you on a daily basis, their little paws trotting down your happy little path of what we know as life. Let it trot. It's not only what you endure on a daily basis, but how you handle it. Take it like a champ, and you'll be on top.

Today started out super lazy, slept way too late at my favorite bro's house and didn't actually begin functioning until 2:00pm. REWIND: Last night, our whole crew went to a benefit show that was thrown for my bro's in Driver Side Impact since they lost their van. These are my best bros in the world, if you're into new/good/catchy music, then check out these dudes: Driver Side Impact  American Living Crash Romeo. While we're on the topic, my best friend in the world, Julian (he's BITW ... best in the world, it's known all over the world), is the newest addition to Hot In The City. Probably some of the catchiest beats you'll hear at the moment. I see big things for these bros. Back on track ... the show was incredible, DSI did a cover of Acceptance's Take Cover, which is my favorite song of the moment for the past four months. So that was ridiculous. Last night was just nuts. My head finally hit the pillow at five am. Worth it. 


Aside from the lazyiness/pure lack of motivation, I was getting a little worried midday on my drive home. This might be weird to some, but everyday, I relate the way that I feel to a color. The coolest thing is naming your color in the morning, and again later on at night after you've done you're daily things, and compare the two. It can tell a world of stories about that one single day. When I can't depict my color mood, it means that I have near no creative juices flowing/inspiration running through these little bones of mine. Then, out of nowhere (around seven o'clock at night, to be precise), I got a rush of ideas of things that I want to create and do. I feel better about my day now.


Today I feel zinnober, a guacamole kind of green. Content, bright, ready for a fresh beginning and new things to come my way. My mind is 110% open to anything that happens to stumble upon my path. I'm ready. Let's do this.


Current Listen: Hey, Soul Sister - Train (So catchy)

The Way You're Movin' Ain't Fair, You Know

Christmas Tree Light Art. 

Admirable.

This is news to absolutely no one, but I need to announce that Target has some sort of spell that they whisk upon you via the air vents as you enter the automatic doors that oh-so-gracefully greet you with open arms.

I've learned, mainly by many close encounters of practically emptying my bank account at the cashiers' feet at every checkout of every Target visit I endure, to go to Target with a list. A very specific list. Now, for those of you that know me, you're probably thinking, "Oh, this is just another excuse for Ali to make another list." (I LOVE lists.) Today, I realized that even with a list, I was still thrown off my game and ended up with so many unnecessary things in my cart (which, by the way, I bought in it's entirety). Target was either built on some Native American burial ground filled with Native American Indian babes that had shopping problems and are haunting and spreading their spirits throughout the isles, or they have some seriously intense marketing plan that has grasped the mind of each and every American to walk through those red doors.

Today I set out to go to Target with a specific list of three things:

1. Eyeliner (I somehow managed to smush the little remains of my existing eyeliner that were left into the cap this morning. RIP Eyeliner.)
2. Coffee/Chai Tea.
3. Nail polish ... as a present to myself for working my butt off this week.
* And Legos ... Don't laugh, but I had this insatiable urge to attempt to make art with Legos. Apparently, our generation is too "modernized" to "build things from scratch". There were no straight up Legos. At all. Just "themed" legos, like barns and princess castles and tree houses. How depressing.

I found everything I was looking for. That goes without saying. If there's one major perk about Target, it's that you will always find what you're looking for. (Minus the Legos. In defense of Target, I was looking for the 1990's version of them ... the big 'ol bucket with 500+ primary colored bricks for your building pleasure inside. Does not exist. RIP Legos from 1990 something.) However, possessing this wide array of product can be damaging to one's lifestyle, relationship with family members (when they hear you're going to Target, they begin to dread the typical, "Can you help me with my bags? They're killin' me!" question), and most of all ... bank accounts. There should be a Target self-help hotline. No, seriously. I'm not a gambler, but I go to Target on a weekly basis. Help?

So, what did I walk out of target with? I can tell you that $80 later and definitely more than 3 items were my possession. Read below for the random horror that occurs at each and every Target visit that I construct for myself:

1. Eyeliner
2. Coffee
3. Chai Tea
4. Nail Polish (Which was ironically the same exact one I already had at home.)
5. Juice boxes (I only have 11 left at home, I was running low.)
6. Fruit Nuggets. (Don't ask)
7. Organic Fruit Bars (In two different flavors.)
8. Socks
9. An entire case of La Croix flavored seltzer water (Which I never even had before. And I don't even think I like seltzer water!)
10. Eyeshadow
11. Face Wash (That I didn't need ... but figured I should just get it now so I didn't have to worry about it when the time came. Major fail.)

As much as I'd like to type "JUST KIDDING", in big bold letters here, I unfortunately must admit that this is truth. Target makes me carry much more to my car than I intend. Not to mention, the debit card swipe at the end of your damage control session is probably the most painful thing in the world. I'd rather get rabies.

In other news, today I was soooo super mellow all day long. It was a nice change of pace from the super high intensity hyperactive person I've been for the past two weeks. I wasn't tired, or lethargic, I was just really chilled out all day. That makes me cyaneous for the day, a super pale blue. Kinda like the sky on a super lazy summer day.

After have a friend over and opening up my senses a bit, I'm feeling much more pavonate, more of a peacock blue. Vibrant, alert, and happy. Tomorrow I hope to be some sort of bronze or canary yellow.

I will be spending this weekend in Brooklyn, so I will not be able to post a blog until I get back. So be sure to check in and enjoy the massive event overload that will most definitely take place on Sunday night/Monday!

Current Listen: Hey, Soul Sister - Train (I can't get enough of this song. It's the happiest beat and cutest thing ever!!)

Shout Out Out Out

This is just silly!

Hi!

While I wish today was spent in my room letting my creative juice flow all over the place, I had the displeasure of spending eight of my twenty four hour time limit of my life at work. Which, really, wasn't all that terrible. Unlike the mainstream population, I make fun out of anything and everything at work instead of complaining about hating it every fifteen minutes.

For example, I had to put away all of this stuff we took down from a bunch of displays with my assistant, Tom. Putting away stuff is never fun, that goes without saying. In the jumble of random things that ranged from everything from fake veggies to hand made bridal bouquets, I spotted something that was just screaming to be tormented by my imagination. It was none other than a fake basted turkey. (You don't have to read that again. It's true.) I picked it up and threw it up in the air as high as I could and yelled, "FLY!!!!" really, really loud. Tom instantly doubled over laughing, dropping a vase full of pebbles, as I caught the turkey on it's way down. I ran down our shop hall and Tom, knowing my crazy antics and out bursts of random fun activities, knew exactly what to do. He got into his football stance at the other end of the hall, and we started a game of Turkey Football, the end zone being the plus size mannequin (who we named the quarterback) at the end of the hall. My job isn't really all that terrible after all.

I realized that I did a lot of yelling today. Unintentional yelling. Like the kind of yelling that you do when you've just left a show and can't really hear, but you don't know you can't hear, so you talk really loud so that you can hear yourself, as you think you're "adjusting" to the volume of "the norm" again, annoying everyone else in your surrounding vicinity. I think my hearing is getting worse. Yea. I blame that.

If you guys haven't checked out the new Motion City Soundtrack record, My Dinosaur Life, that just came out today, it's a must listen/must own, for sure. I specifically recommend 'Stand Too Close' and 'Pulp Fiction' for your listening pleasure. You can check out Motion City's entire album for free here! I promise there is no disappointment here. Would I ever steer you wrong musically? BTW, it's already been named Album Of The Year ... and what month is it? Oh, right, January. See? THAT good.

Today I feel smaragdine, an emerald-y green. Especially considering my palm has been itching me like CRAZY today, I feel lucky, not to mention content and gushing with contagious happiness!

Current Listen: Stand Too Close - Motion City Soundtrack (I'm telling you, you gotta listen to it!) You can thank me later. :)

Massive Event Overload

R.I.P. Moe Dog

The only boy I'll ever love. <3

Oh so eventful.

Don't get excited. This post will be an equal mix of both good and bad, happy and sad news. Put your swimmies on. We're divin' in.

Friday was the most heart wrenching day of my life. Literally speaking. The love of my life, apple of my eye, peanut butter to my jelly, whole heart and soul, Moe Dog, was put to sleep on Friday. Though he lived an amazing, long life, (he was 15 1/2 when he died), he has been having trouble walking and had become completely incontinent. And by trouble walking, I mean he would literally tumble down the stairs. Lord only knows how he managed to dodge what should have been at least sixteen broken legs. It was heartbreaking to watch to say the least. It got to the point where he wouldn't even go down the stairs anymore to eat or drink, or even go to the bathroom. We took him to the vet on Friday to find out what it was exactly that was wrong with him. We were told that he has a neurological disorder that begins at the bottom of your spine, and travels upward. It already got a hold of his muscles and nerves in his back legs, as well as his ability to control going to the bathroom. It was pretty much a downward spiral from there with no way out. The vet then asked if we were ready to put him down. What?

Without even a bat of an eye, my mother says yes. I instantly freaked out, started yelling and crying, and basically thew a fit. The vet actually had to leave the room to let us "work it out". I was not happy. I was really mean to my mom, which I had to later apologize for, and completely lost my mind from there. After an hour of slowing entering what I fully believe was a mental breakdown, and after my sisters showed up, they decided to put him to sleep. I ended up on the floor, crying hysterically, and shaking. I'm pretty sure that if a padded room was available nearby, I would have been escorted to it.

It really is the hardest thing in the world to deal with, and to believe it has even happened. In fact, I still don't have a grasp on it. Lord help me.

In other news, I have been trying to keep myself busy as much as possible. I've been doing a lot more art projects and have been channeling my even more creative side, more than usual. Anything that can keep me busy as this point, is seriously needed. I'm trying to come up with a new art project, something totally different than what I've been doing. I just can't put my finger on what yet. I'm sure I'll find something random to play with and end up making something crazy that will turn into a ferocious frenzy of nonstop multiplying variations. When I get excited about something, I just can't help it. It's like I need a room full of whatever it was I just made or something. Not to be mistaken with a hoarder.

I'm sure you all remember the post of when I hurt myself at work; I hurt myself pretty badly at work thanks to lifting a plus size mannequin, the day after my 25th birthday (making a joke to myself that I'm getting old). After 3 months of weekly doctor appointments (which, by the way, are still going...weekly),  intense physical therapy, and an MRI, I got the results that I have a slipped disc. Having a gut feeling that that wasn't exactly it, I had my sister, who is a radiologist, show my film to a doctor in the hospital she works at. They found that right net to my slipped disc, I also have a torn ligament. Needless to say, I'm still lifting mannequins, and you can find me on a ladder drilling things into walls on any given day. Nice to see Macy's has concern for my well being. Workman's comp may not be far from my future. Hellooo bed rest. :)

Today I feel glaucous, a sea-foamy green. Almost bright, but not quite there yet. Let's hope for something brighter tomorrow.

Current Listen: Iron & Steel - His Name Shall Breathe

Living Like Kidz

As I get older, I swear I'm actually getting mentally younger.

Work has been intensely exciting to go to, as my assistant and I have been having way too much fun. We came up with our own "language" to talk to each other in, and my boss has officially given up in trying to decipher what the heck we're talking about. All she says now is, "There's something wrong with you guys."

We both have this weird obsession with iCarly. Everything we say revolves around iCarly. Here's an example of one of our conversations today...
"Let's watch iCarly and then have an iPillow fight and drink too much iWine and then come into work tomorrow with really bad iHangovers."

Ok ... this is just embarrassing.

In all seriousness. Work has actually been really fun. I can honestly say that I enjoy going. I get paid loot to literlly laugh for nine hours a day about furbys, bald eagles wearing Rhianna styled wigs, howling like werewolves, having dance parties in our shop to terrible pop songs, and rapping my whitest white girl raps, replacing every 1 syllable word to "Tom", my assistant's name.

In all of our fun and games, I've started coming to work with "a joke a day" for Tom. They're purposely really, really terrible. So, I thought I'd bring a bad joke a day to my blog. Because it's just too funny.

What do you call something that sits at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?
A nervous wreck!
Haaaaaa

Today was a good day, kidz.

Current Listen: Movies  -  Alien Ant Farm

Walking On The Moon

Have you ever been thinking and thinking ... and thinking about something, wondering if it's even actualy feasible?

On a daily basis, I come up with about a half dozen career possibilities that I think might best suit me. Twenty minutes later, it's been forgotten about. I've wanted to do everything from be a roadie for U2, or any band for that matter. I got the idea from seat E114 in Giants Stadium while at a U2 show. Watching these dudes that were my age - and definitely wearing the same size jeans as myself, meaning they had next to no meat on their bones - rolling amps and cases and cases of equipment off the stage, down a ramp, and out into the parking lot to load up and ship on out to the next show. 'If those skinny dudes can do it. I can do it.', I thought to myself, as I was quietly staring at the bee line going on down below as if I were watching a tiger sneak up on it's prey, wondering if they were just making it look that easy. I turned to my sister and said, "That's what I want to do! I wanna be a roadie!" She looked at me and laughed. I was serious. I lift plus size mannequins on a daily basis at work, for crying out loud. What makes me think I can't push an amp down a ramp?

Before my blogs ever came into the scene, I wanted my own fashion magazine. How I would even begin this idea was well beyond me. I didn't know the first thing about publishing, or anything of that sort. All I knew was that I loved to write, I loved fashion and art, and I knew about a dozen photographers who would kill to get their break. This dream quickly fizzled when I envisioned my puny fashion magazine next to something like Vogue and Bazaar on the magazine rack at Barnes & Noble. Pathetic.

I've been writing a short story, which, I would eventually like to try and publish. I'm pretty sure I gave you all a sneak peak in a previous post. (You might have to dig a few posts deep to find it.) I love writing. I always have, but never realized that I actually had some sort of talent at it until Hipster Sister happened. Thanks to YOU guys for giving me the compliments which, in turn pushed me to keep on writing blogs. Hopefully, someday, I can give you all something with substance to read.

I wish I could be some beloved poster child for one of the wittiest blogs on the web (without the stalkers and paparazzi). I adore bloggers like Rumi Neely of FashionToast - who gains closets full of loot and landed herself in magazines everywhere from Japan to the US. She's everywhere, but still somewhat underground. All because of her blog. I guess some people just have all the luck!

I keep wondering where it is I'll end up at the end of all of this hyperactive brain activity of trying to figure out where I fit. Something keeps telling me to collaborate with my friends somehow. I just wish I knew who. I have about a hundred friends in bands, friend's that are legit photographers, a friend who is becoming an environmental engineer (He's going to save the world when it falls apart. He's already looking into stock for Band Aid.), friends that work for major publicity firms (one in particular that reps Lindsay Lohan), and another friend who works for a post production company that deals with shows on Disney, Nickelodeon, and the like. (Maybe I can be the next iCarly? iAli? I like.)

Wherever I'm going to fit, I'm sure it's none of the above. Things have a funny way of working themselves out. I'm a firm believer that the people that are in your life, are there for a reason. I have a wide range of friends in some pretty solid lines of professions. Whatever it is I end up doing, I just hope that I can make some sort of difference, somewhere. Somehow. Sometimes I feel like I'm walking on the moon with these ideas I have. Maybe I'm just foreshadowing my future ...

Until next time ...

Street Heat

The Outsiders

This looks like a picture of my bros. Weird.

<3 Pony Boy

We all know my sincere obsession with all things art. 

This might be one of my first findings of art in the form of a video, that's actually legit art. I can't even begin to fathom how long this took to create, but the artist is absolutely a genius and needs some kind of noble award for this. 

Click the link to view the most mind blowing thing your little eyes may ever watch.

CRAZY ART VIDEO!!! | Young & Reckless

Today is one of those days where you promise to yourself that you're going to sit around in your favorite pj's and watch movies until you unknowingly pass out, and wake up to the rolling credits of a movie that you're pretty sure you made it five minutes into. I'm completely incapable of riding out a full blown nap, but I made it a point to be lazy today. Spending the day looking up artsy things and drooling over pieces that I will never own/be able to duplicate because they are far too expensive/amazing, is my idea of a lazy day, anyways. 

Today I experimented in the kitchen a little. I had this delicious looking fresh diced veggie salsa and guacamole - something I like to call Pico de Guaco, but no tortilla chips. I eyed up my extra large stack of authentic mexican white corn tortillas, and got a chef-worthy idea. Why don't I just make my own tortilla chips? I sliced them up, popped them in the oven, and my little creation was born. I feel so straight up mexican right now.

I don't know about you, but that movie sounded like a legit idea. I'm gonna pop The Outsiders into my dvd player and love every second of it.

Current Listen: Today - Smashing Pumpkins

Levels

Basically ...

Today was ... well ... it was quite the day.

Every single day this week, I've had obnoxious amounts of energy, all day long. Even at five AM when I had to be up for work when the stars are still out and the moon hasn't even finished with REM mode yet. Feels good to be young. Today, on the other hand, was a rough one.

I had way too much energy all day. Dance parties at work, barely working, dancing on the ledges in the middle of the store while setting up Valentine's Day with Tom. My job rules. I needed to let loose after the week I had.

I had a mini anxiety attack in the morning, but let it ride out and didn't think much of it. This never happens to me. In fact, I didn't even know it was an anxiety attack. I never let things get to me, and I surely don't dwell on anything. Then ... I got a phone call from my sister with some terrible news - her father-in-law got into a bad car accident and was in trauma. I was a little on edge all day after that.

I went to the hospital as soon as I could jet out of work to see how the situation was. Poor thing was bang up pretty bad. Sitting at the hospital with my sister and brother in law, I knew that I felt completely off. I was quiet, couldn't hold my concentration for even a few seconds, and my mind kept trailing. So not me. About an hour later, my heart started pounding and racing, I got extremely lightheaded and dizzy, and I felt completely out of it. Major anxiety attack. I tried to keep myself somewhat collected to avoid a full on panic attack. Ugh.

For a solid chunk of the day, I felt meline, a canary yellow. But now I'm feeling more indigo, deep blue/purple. That being said, I've decided to stay in on this Friday night to recenter myself. At this point, I think I'm definitely in need of a bit of r & r.

Current Listen - Festival - Sigur Ros

UO Lo-Fi High Style

Handmade Headboard

Having decided to "Go Green", but still wanting to make my bedroom reflect the style that I wanted, I decided to take it upon my own two hands and make my own headboard. I couldn't find any stores that sold headboards as cool as this one anyways.

 Made from a piece of ply wood from Home Depot, I "padded" the plywood with canvas fabric form my local fabric warehouse. I found this awesome mirror with cut out mirrored pieces puzzled together and mounted it with a drill in one hand and a vision in the other. I get compliments every single time I have a visitor!

3-D Paper Art

Surrounding myself in charcoal and pure white walls was not an option for a creative art nerd like myself. Big, blocky art in frames was too consuming of my walls (I like clean walls with splashes of fun!), so I gravitated my creative energy to make something fun, different, and that would cost my pennies.

Having come across some metallic metal colored thick paper, I got the idea to make some 3-D art for my bare spaces. Intertwining the strips that I diligently cut myself was way too much fun. Secure it with a little super tacky glue, and your wall is bare no more. Just being in my room makes me want to open my own art gallery!

Heliotrope

Completely, utterly, and simply my motto

for the last few weeks.

Literary tattoo potential, maybe?

The last five days have been nothing short of this very one word: hectic.

It all began on Saturday night, after an awesome night with my babes and bros (my friends bands Driver Side Impact and American Living - check them out, they both seriously rule - played a show together) Once we got back to my dudes' place, we found out that my best bro friend's Macbook Pro was stolen from his bedroom. Buzz kill. Sunday was not much fun either, as my Blackberry decided to fry itself, taking all of my contacts and my life that is in my phone along with it. Totally crushed, I sped away to the nearest Verizon, the cell phone ER, and begged for help. The bad news? My phone was definitely in a coma. The good news? I was soon to have peace and quiet for the next four days. Life's not all that bad without a cell phone, after all. Liberating? Definitely. Inconvenient? You have no idea.

Once I settled down from the fact that I completely lost contact with hundreds of people, most of which I will never be able to speak to again, my mother handed me my mail from the day before. Two notices from court. Now, we won't get into any specifics, but let's just say that I need to take some serious memory enhancer pills, because one minor slip up in my mental agenda, and my license was instantly ripped from my possession. Poof! Just like that. Not to mention I had a warrant out for my arrest because of my forgetfulness. You'd think I was selling straight Columbian cocaine on the streets of Harlem with what I got slammed with in a matter of twenty four hours.

I could easily blame my misfortunes on 2010, saying how much it "sucks already". I like to go on an alternate route. I like to think that I'm learning my lessons way early. Now that I've got myself back on track and only six days into the new year, I can now officially say that things can only look up from here, right?

I've been spending the last three hours trying to get my Blackberry back to "normal". Your Blackberry becomes your life. My calendar becomes my husband. My notepad becomes my permanent to-do list and idea pad. My alarm clock becomes my lifeline for work. OpenBeak (Twitter) becomes my boredom cure for any given moment. And my GPS becomes my life's direction when I'm anywhere outside of my realm at all. As sad as it is, my phone has become my eleventh finger, my second hand, my other half, if you will. Four days without it was definitely an inconvenience, but the peace factor was overwhelmingly ... well ... peaceful.

Today I feel heliotrope, which is a deep purplish hue; still kind of mellow and somber, and just soaking it all in. Letting it kind of fade away.

Current Listen: Keep It Simple - Anthony Hall (Look this dude up on YouTube. His style blows my mind. You can't not be in one of those tap-your-foot, happy moods when you listen to one of his songs.)