tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289106302436458082024-03-05T06:36:39.368-06:00tessmarieMy Personal and Academic Art BlogTesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-57153160646609961702012-05-09T19:02:00.001-05:002012-05-09T19:03:34.526-05:00I See ItI can't help gaze. You are beautiful. When we don't see eye to eye, no matter, you are beautiful. To see your face everyday, it is warming, comforting. You are the other half of me, even when we disagree. All is worth is it for what I know exists. Love is real. And I know we have it.<br />
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~ tessmarie (May 9th, 2012)Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-1887020359191842732012-05-06T23:04:00.001-05:002012-05-06T23:04:10.109-05:00I shall not be concerned.I feel dizzy, thoughts hazed. Hide from the world because the thunder is scary. So, I comfortably curl up until the loud noises cease. God, protect me. Please. The storm is over, blue skies again. Put on your glasses, eye this beauty with quirk. Another day to bypass worry. Now, get back to work. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEM7VmH7lb9ZuYReqBsYrfcst8OQ_G3mTHjSnKCDQ9tyZB8U_MJca6UbW6LKCDLQpFw18LPRrs7wmd7MIg_20sG0NULQe-srl4vkNxY5RGzxLrHcqo0ehK_GXP4W5gU5JhJLe1H6vftYk/s640/blogger-image-343390763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEM7VmH7lb9ZuYReqBsYrfcst8OQ_G3mTHjSnKCDQ9tyZB8U_MJca6UbW6LKCDLQpFw18LPRrs7wmd7MIg_20sG0NULQe-srl4vkNxY5RGzxLrHcqo0ehK_GXP4W5gU5JhJLe1H6vftYk/s640/blogger-image-343390763.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg821GWEINYmFQAMXOE8WDAT4jXRvoC2r3ic8-WNMnS2xPaEvSM0qLdX1d7qwXFQERREXX67YSJdXc-ZdoV7uwcyHLtcwGB4qJak2tASmxEnDs1vt6BMFZfvsTwxO1a58n_aZh3mvKCqXg/s640/blogger-image--1337602232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg821GWEINYmFQAMXOE8WDAT4jXRvoC2r3ic8-WNMnS2xPaEvSM0qLdX1d7qwXFQERREXX67YSJdXc-ZdoV7uwcyHLtcwGB4qJak2tASmxEnDs1vt6BMFZfvsTwxO1a58n_aZh3mvKCqXg/s640/blogger-image--1337602232.jpg" /></a></div>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-66590038167196422992011-03-30T11:41:00.049-05:002011-12-28T18:20:52.303-06:00Drawing I - First Collection of Homework<center><p>I'm a freshman in college now! In fact, It's my first semester. I've been learning a lot in many different areas. My social skills have improved, my English papers have improved (I think), and my artistic skills are really improving! Unfortunately, I still suck at Math. Anyway, back to art.<br /><br />I've been taking a Drawing I class and a Design I class. Work from both classes with be documented on this blog. Now, of course, there's only a month left in this semester, which means I'm not producing new work then posting. Most of the work will have been done between January and March. So, there is a time lapse. But please feel free to critique my work. Even though these drawings are <span style="font-style:italic;">technically</span> finished, they really aren't. I need to continue to grow by learning and pushing myself further. Don't hesitate to comment. Just join in the fun. :)</p></center><br /><center>★ ★ ______________________________________________ ★ ★</center><br /><center>The goal of this first assignment was to draw three cubes of different sizes. The only guideline was to show two sides of each cube.</center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlIkY6f39UgSWw-ZnE0Bs5JVrAH8o4jmEljhAFtlpFupIbc1DPyfX5LSeEjdJGJQdObQcO1X8v569y7PFyriiiBFWoeac0AfRqeyi7sRQlSILZjsjV4MG-BVJMSksSRoQZXDtCcVgCnY/s1600/Picture+16.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKlIkY6f39UgSWw-ZnE0Bs5JVrAH8o4jmEljhAFtlpFupIbc1DPyfX5LSeEjdJGJQdObQcO1X8v569y7PFyriiiBFWoeac0AfRqeyi7sRQlSILZjsjV4MG-BVJMSksSRoQZXDtCcVgCnY/s320/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484444334922882" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Watch Case</span></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6yOQzj_mVG8vsDTUHdwE64vTKDkX2uzqeBD8X00hH7w27l3aRthKUZnj9XrUNakGP53moyTGTA4oh2L05BYb5SbQ3ALYxg8ABtVb3sqU-IXTdnXhGEfGzY1QbdnDJcQegZsk-ooSyec/s1600/Picture+17+med.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6yOQzj_mVG8vsDTUHdwE64vTKDkX2uzqeBD8X00hH7w27l3aRthKUZnj9XrUNakGP53moyTGTA4oh2L05BYb5SbQ3ALYxg8ABtVb3sqU-IXTdnXhGEfGzY1QbdnDJcQegZsk-ooSyec/s320/Picture+17+med.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484098359170930" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Pencil Case</span></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiansmJVrqAQqDVtc1MEOMHhyphenhyphenrsQUaR8jL4bBEQHgqGTvIrVgyq00x3MIBWsxW7GrHRrF9SvPmlvny7-2QrETOh10FHWo6WvxdPU6xZoeOPWgGK-cBnz_36Q4QlndNigoBUFPThkayC9Y/s1600/Picture+18.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiansmJVrqAQqDVtc1MEOMHhyphenhyphenrsQUaR8jL4bBEQHgqGTvIrVgyq00x3MIBWsxW7GrHRrF9SvPmlvny7-2QrETOh10FHWo6WvxdPU6xZoeOPWgGK-cBnz_36Q4QlndNigoBUFPThkayC9Y/s320/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484443728818210" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Set of Drawers</span></center><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What I learned:</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span> Not exactly sure what I was supposed to learn with this assignment, but I did like the challenge of drawing the last cube. It took me about two hours. It was definitely worthwhile because I like the result.<br /><br /><center>★ ★ ______________________________________________ ★ ★</center><br /><center><p>The second assignment was much like the first, still show two sides of the cubes, but now put a focus on "converging parallel" lines.<br /><small>Note: Converging parallel lines are lines that are parallel to each other and one is longer in length, while the other is shorter in length. This creates depth.</small></p></center><br /><center>These are my redos.</center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2kzglirSUw7amMyydbV36u2o8tyGcLFB17IzQcQ9atezgsQixZ1wq_uaYWE71Xh81sn19zFwVROj-j2zdsA2UV4fxLtu2gUD77Feiz2gO6IuEbdsctHAEUSQhOsTwgNOI0IwlnSyH4s/s1600/Picture+20+med.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2kzglirSUw7amMyydbV36u2o8tyGcLFB17IzQcQ9atezgsQixZ1wq_uaYWE71Xh81sn19zFwVROj-j2zdsA2UV4fxLtu2gUD77Feiz2gO6IuEbdsctHAEUSQhOsTwgNOI0IwlnSyH4s/s320/Picture+20+med.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484095041364098" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Book</span> (at a weird angle)</center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeg5IEth2sjCq5DgvOlRwKvkuR7KXm6n65m-pOCAgQHcsjRNi_SSbIuMYFrQ53BfkfNYEsznIxkZJOkCwtsOPjZV0zSiWXmIjKta9IWgIEGPowpEl3YVZUCx3QKLZGrAzA5oxKb9Fb2T4/s1600/Picture+21+med.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeg5IEth2sjCq5DgvOlRwKvkuR7KXm6n65m-pOCAgQHcsjRNi_SSbIuMYFrQ53BfkfNYEsznIxkZJOkCwtsOPjZV0zSiWXmIjKta9IWgIEGPowpEl3YVZUCx3QKLZGrAzA5oxKb9Fb2T4/s320/Picture+21+med.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484099924505362" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Another book</span></center><center><small>Note: I don't read them, I just draw them.</small></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBK-Zj9hNBz8XNfDF9k3XCs8SWSZegzAk9-FU9Ybd-Rx4p-DohipTPg67NmLDu5-QXT22Qn_12FCNIW_AgQ-BjU18G2oQ0bKaNweaiPeBqYxZ3N0siG20dNZJAJ7ztH6LRXyS8XU9sFc/s1600/Picture+13.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBK-Zj9hNBz8XNfDF9k3XCs8SWSZegzAk9-FU9Ybd-Rx4p-DohipTPg67NmLDu5-QXT22Qn_12FCNIW_AgQ-BjU18G2oQ0bKaNweaiPeBqYxZ3N0siG20dNZJAJ7ztH6LRXyS8XU9sFc/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590477650699841314" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What I learned:</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span> In the image above, my instructor made a comment that I wasn't understanding the concept of converging parallel lines and that my cubes were irregularly-shaped. I over-analyzed what converging parallel lines were. Now, I know.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.</span> I didn't show two sides of one of the cubes I had drawn before. I have since learned to pay more attention to instruction and detail.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3.</span> After completing this homework, I look back at the first assignment and easily see my mistakes. Focusing on making converging parallel lines really did make a lot of difference.<br /><br /><br /><center>★ ★ ______________________________________________ ★ ★</center><br /><center><p>This assignment was to pick a still life. First, make a blind contour of that still life. Darken the lines that are closer to you and make the lines farther away lighter. Then, make another, more accurate contour drawing while looking at both the still life and the drawing.<br /><small>Note: Blind contour drawing is when you focus only on the outline of the object you're drawing while slowly putting it on paper, without looking at the paper. And you can't lift your pencil.</small></p></center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGx61KAslqWLBcykX__Y3b8X7jEvYFlWwI_iC2kqpp91_zmNb-4qQ0lD2dtHbHCooF22bECTeBRZ2U0hkPCZbkBtoSfd5ggwr5KIaDmDjvtGcjnyRx4k41lzdZCdYjzVvEO15DSBvALU/s1600/Picture+22+med.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGx61KAslqWLBcykX__Y3b8X7jEvYFlWwI_iC2kqpp91_zmNb-4qQ0lD2dtHbHCooF22bECTeBRZ2U0hkPCZbkBtoSfd5ggwr5KIaDmDjvtGcjnyRx4k41lzdZCdYjzVvEO15DSBvALU/s320/Picture+22+med.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484104204545570" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">I chose the clichéd fruit bowl.</span></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0J9O-uFvSaavklOvkP9GBHxQVJlh4FTKTj_SSvV8xsQWod5Bmp14e-0m96uK97SoWoK5_m9hjbAh3SrQfP72FB_cIRIA33oZnDfzQBj3NwPpj9lJVVBKon342c2fGhFwhyhUIC-LtDI/s1600/Picture+23+med.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0J9O-uFvSaavklOvkP9GBHxQVJlh4FTKTj_SSvV8xsQWod5Bmp14e-0m96uK97SoWoK5_m9hjbAh3SrQfP72FB_cIRIA33oZnDfzQBj3NwPpj9lJVVBKon342c2fGhFwhyhUIC-LtDI/s320/Picture+23+med.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590484109756506002" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Refined Cliché Fruit Bowl.</span></center><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What I learned:</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span> OK, I did lift my pencil. So, I didn't do the assignment <span style="font-style:italic;">exactly</span> right. But now, I know.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.</span> I learned that I need give myself plenty of time when learning a new technique or concept. I shouldn't have the attitude that it's too easy for me. Likewise, I shouldn't be intimidated.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3.</span> I also learned that just because I do something wrong on my first attempt, doesn't mean I can't master it with practice. OK, I have learned that before. This reiterated that lesson for me.<br /><br /><center>★ ★ ______________________________________________ ★ ★</center><br /><center><p>The next assignment was to draw a chair. Two sides had to be visible.</p></center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeU3UMEGmv8-q-gZ68jhxp_G77CvwTcqOMWVeAR3nBRRqWKVtT_Fj4__cVtJURSFnxguFnGIIIFZEij0aPDglBNsr-nw8MOsQh0aYeWDzLl8Gm7trlCOBCX7iNcpjkQMLPAbFi-RWYCs/s1600/Picture+12.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeU3UMEGmv8-q-gZ68jhxp_G77CvwTcqOMWVeAR3nBRRqWKVtT_Fj4__cVtJURSFnxguFnGIIIFZEij0aPDglBNsr-nw8MOsQh0aYeWDzLl8Gm7trlCOBCX7iNcpjkQMLPAbFi-RWYCs/s400/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590476064658899202" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Chair</span></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyUljuETVgJiac5CPLmp9YQElIM_1nApI4wmsCStxy43qTSWextot71alrEJVh9rahASuiNRdMRzdACR5JxAXkoyTN-R73S3XY6ap5veLU0hn00OzZjDViv-tRDq5VWd-kEblHjFOGlas/s1600/Picture+2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyUljuETVgJiac5CPLmp9YQElIM_1nApI4wmsCStxy43qTSWextot71alrEJVh9rahASuiNRdMRzdACR5JxAXkoyTN-R73S3XY6ap5veLU0hn00OzZjDViv-tRDq5VWd-kEblHjFOGlas/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590476059464400274" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Closeup of Chair</span></center><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What I learned:</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span> I learned that I'm awesome at drawing chairs! Actually, I'm really just surprised how at this drawing turned out. I spent three hours on it, nonstop. Plus, the chair was moved once while I was drawing it and I had to move it back exactly. So yeah, I did learn that I'm awesome at drawing chairs.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.</span> Also, I realize that there are some flaws with my lines. I should pay more attention to that.<br /><br /><center>★ ★ ______________________________________________ ★ ★</center><br /><center><p>In this assignment, I had to draw a room in one-point perspective.<small><br />Note: One-point perspective drawings have only one vanishing point, meaning all of the lines meet at the same point.</small></p></center><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTlA8mFp7L3ZjNrz5gPTjc8Oev5UR6yFGfmP9l39VP47RgCvsllc6yjGC4Bkl93H2Re_HCQ1l0WvuzD1i9XP3ab5DVTMZGlSMPzX9Nu-tEo3_LnsoY8fXLl40mcUAaz_0hblaEUUV2vA/s1600/Picture+14.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTlA8mFp7L3ZjNrz5gPTjc8Oev5UR6yFGfmP9l39VP47RgCvsllc6yjGC4Bkl93H2Re_HCQ1l0WvuzD1i9XP3ab5DVTMZGlSMPzX9Nu-tEo3_LnsoY8fXLl40mcUAaz_0hblaEUUV2vA/s400/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590477393347258162" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">1 Pt. Perspective Hallway</span></center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzw2-0b0zohcNb40F-xludeG1Sy_5Fc-8TumH1o3HviFBFj95PovltuJ3ItCV1-5GutFH2USfm2lHv_Nwhc8L7z7fHgHqJXvSH0uU7zPLQqHSjIDuqYFTwN426O8IMQsFfyPs9r9WhpzA/s1600/Picture+15.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzw2-0b0zohcNb40F-xludeG1Sy_5Fc-8TumH1o3HviFBFj95PovltuJ3ItCV1-5GutFH2USfm2lHv_Nwhc8L7z7fHgHqJXvSH0uU7zPLQqHSjIDuqYFTwN426O8IMQsFfyPs9r9WhpzA/s400/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590477398039679298" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Closeup / Different View of Hallway</span></center><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What I learned:</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span> I was intimidated with this assignment at first, mainly because I was worried about drawing a lot of detail correctly. But that wasn't the goal of the assignment. I drew a hallway by just looking at one and recreating it. However, the concept was that all of the lines had to meet at one point, in this case, my eye level. Instead of looking closely at the drawing to see if all of the lines met at the same place, I thought, "Hey, I drew a pretty good hallway." In class, my instructor pointed out that, while the hallway looked "nice", the lines didn't meet in the same place. In order to make the hallway look accurate, I changed the directions of all of the lines to meet between the middle and top of the door. Now, that's one-point perspective.<br /><br /><center>★ ★ ______________________________________________ ★ ★</center><br /><center><p>Thanks for reading! While drawing does get frustrating at times, it's exciting to know that I'm growing as a artist, that I'm going above my comfort level. In all honesty, I could have worked harder on some of these drawings. And that's what I'm learning, that I need to work harder. As I said before, if you have any constructive criticism or just feel like saying hi, please leave me a comment. I will appreciate it!</p></center><p></p><p></p><center>Oh, and about the books, I wasn't joking.</center><p></p><br /><br />~ tessmarie (March 30, 2011)Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-90505491166682312352011-03-20T20:18:00.003-05:002011-12-28T18:21:19.452-06:00Math Homework<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzp_HYjTwpoYPJeRefmmwvG9Vj7oaRpD0GS9Jk1aaM5fZcBl-x4s-zC6iONTKp5VZZT3DkT5s_TDwDNW8Lfxb8gi__QouDwldNBlDeElIfwX_sosRb5arYQBQ5yKETnphsjISi9BAoJAo/s1600/mathhomework.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzp_HYjTwpoYPJeRefmmwvG9Vj7oaRpD0GS9Jk1aaM5fZcBl-x4s-zC6iONTKp5VZZT3DkT5s_TDwDNW8Lfxb8gi__QouDwldNBlDeElIfwX_sosRb5arYQBQ5yKETnphsjISi9BAoJAo/s400/mathhomework.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586336920225945234" /></a><br /><br />Yes, this is what I do in math class. Very productive.<br /><br />~ tessmarie (March 20, 2011) <br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-48234641826823736962010-08-06T23:28:00.002-05:002011-12-28T18:30:09.070-06:00Taking a break.Just like it sounds, I won't be blogging for a while. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (August 6, 2010) <br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-75739595983100735562010-07-11T21:18:00.003-05:002011-12-28T18:21:53.092-06:00A Better State of MindI'll admit it. For at least a day, I thought I knew it all. I thought I had my whole life planned out and was ready to tackle the world head on!<br /><br />Then...I realized how disturbed I felt inside. And also, I discovered that my new found "intelligence" was actually stupidity...<br /><br />All I have to say now is, THANK GOD!<br /><br />I mean, I was in a dangerous place spiritually and artistically. God and art are very important to my core being. If I put God in a different place, thinking it was the right thing, and it turned out that I was straying, I would eventually fall to pieces inside. He's what drives me. Without Him, I have nothing. I've said this before and I'll say it again. I may have these crazy dreams that mean so much to me, but if God wasn't involved in their creation, they would not have a purpose or even exist. I'm not going to abandon my Opportunity Maker once I'm given the opportunity. That would be selfish and pointless. I love God and I will never let myself come to the point to where I think I can put Him in a different light so I can work "better' creatively ever again. I now realize how ridiculous that was. And my emotions got the worst of it. But that's done with.<br /><br />I need to watch who I listen to and chose how much of what they say is right for me. I like creative freedom. Yeah, I like the androgynous look. Yes, I do like to dress up like my characters, even the transgendered one. BUT I can't become them so much to the point that it's not healthy for me. I love my characters and I want to understand them better, but I have to know my limits. That's going to take some time for me to fully learn.<br /><br />Anyway, this is/was a good experience. I'm learning a lot and excited to be challeged. I want to grow as a person (spiritually, emotionally, and mentally). I'm happy to be writing and drawing from daily inspiration I'm given.<br /><br />Now I'm off to dream even bigger than I have before. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (July 11, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-17751723011253359932010-07-09T03:56:00.004-05:002011-12-28T18:22:21.696-06:00Peace, Finally.Lately, I've been wanting more out of my life. I can't keep staying up late every night. I don't have a good enough reason. <br /><br />Wanting to be more production, I've been listening to my brother Todd's advice (as if I have a choice...ha ha, kidding). He's someone I admire- not because he'll sympathize with me over trials we've both experienced, but because he urges me to push myself and won't let me make excuses. I've shed many tears during our conversations over the years and all were completely worth it. No one has been harder on me than him. I'm truly grateful for that. Every time I talk to him, we share our views about life, family, and religion. Sometimes, it feels like we're polar opposites...but I think that helps us both grow. Ok, honestly, I probably get more out of it than he does. I do think he enjoys seeing me learn, though. I am his "science project" after all. I'm not sure what the grading scale is based on, but I'm sure hoping he gets an A+. Heh heh...I think he will. <br /><br />I'm really starting to see life differently after our recent talks. I'm inspired like never before! My fear seems to be disappearing, or at least masked. I like to tell people when I'm afraid for some reason. I guess I like appearing vulnerable. Maybe that's kind of a good thing? I'm just going to say it is, ha ha. Usually, I talk about it because it's bothering me and I'm begging for as much advice as possible. But if that method works, why change it? I'm feeling much better. I can't even describe how excited I am!<br /><br />Why am I excited? Why was I holding onto fear? <br />I love my ideas, my dreams. I think about them a lot, probably more than what's healthy. They're a part of me. They bring out my passions and that's a beautiful thing. But I've been holding back...I've been limiting myself, scared of what people I admire will think of me when they find out "who I was all along". That fear has been hurting me for far too long and well, I'm sick and tired of it. I have to be myself to be happy. It's the only way for me to grow as a person and for my stories to blossom as well. I'm excited because I'm free! No, I'm not yearning to be free. I am most definitely free! I feel different, changed. There's a feeling of peace and pure happiness inside of me. I have no tears of sadness or joy. It's an emotion of comfort, not at all overwhelming. I've been overwhelmed for too long. <br /><br />My passions are no longer a secret to anyone. I am totally open. Because I have to express my feelings about what I love and what brings me pain. I need to do this for myself. <br /><br />Another worry I had was that I'd "lose God". On the contrary, I love God too deeply to let go of Him for any reason at all. He's the reasons my passions exist. I love God, but I feel like I've been "playing Christian". And that is deadening. If I truly love God, I'll do what I love full force and involve Him every step along the way. I have no doubt pursing my dreams will bring me closer to God. No more being afraid and fearing that I'm not being a good Christian. I. don't. care. I love God and I want to obey his teachings. I don't need to concern myself with the judgement of anyone, but God Himself. I love my friends and family, but I can't be scared of what they think. I'm not afraid any more. Hallelujah! <br /><br />~ tessmarie (July 9, 2010)<br /><br /> <div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;">Blogged with the <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser">Flock Browser</a></div>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-91492060182080068592010-06-22T10:34:00.005-05:002011-12-28T18:22:57.921-06:00I'm on a Mission...<span style="font-weight:bold;">...to dominate the internet!</span><br /><br />OK, no, not really... What I plan to do is on a smaller scale. <br /><br />I keep thinking of ways to market myself and just be out in the open for opportunity. Social media and networking sites seem to be great for this. So, I'm starting with the basics. I'm on Twitter and I'm already addicted to it. Simple! I just have to get a whole bunch of followers and then people will notice my ideas! That isn't exactly as easy as I thought I'd be. Because it's not about quantity, but about quality in the long run. Ahhh, but I'm impatient... I'm fighting through that. Even though I want quick results, I realize long-lasting results are the best. :)<br /><br />And Facebook is out. I mean, it annoys me now. Why would I want to spend more time on a site that I intentionally stay away from? Maybe a fan page would be fun a while from now. Oh, ha ha! I'm speaking as if I'm actually going to be well-known. Ha...that was funny. :)<br /><br />My other idea was YouTube. Sounds fun...if I can really do it. I've wanted to do it for years. The problem is I'm a bit camera shy when it comes to speaking to an extremely large audience. I've tried to film myself before with the intention of uploading it to YouTube. Just knowing that maybe someone I don't know will see the video FREAKS ME OUT. I start to act all nervous and say stupid things that don't make any sense. I really want to get past that and I don't know how. But I'm going to keep trying, because I think it would be a good thing.<br /><br />I don't think I'll get popular over night. I'm going to be realistic and level-headed about this. At least, that's what I'm trying to do. If I'm going to be known for something, I want it to be a good thing, something that's important to me. Not something that just shocks and entertains people. But hey, it does that also, then OK! Ha ha. <br /><br /><br />By marketing myself, my <span style="font-weight:bold;">goals</span> are to:<br /><br />* <span style="font-weight:bold;">Grow as a person.</span><br /><br />* <span style="font-weight:bold;">Make a name for myself.</span><br /><br />* <span style="font-weight:bold;">Spread and shape my ideas, writings, and illustrations.</span><br /><br /><br />And I pray that this will be an amazing journey that will bring me even closer to God.<br /><br /><br />~ tessmarie (June 22, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-6399809468146793682010-06-18T09:52:00.006-05:002011-12-28T18:23:19.885-06:00A Lot On My MindIt's Friday and I'm working. Yay! No sarcasm intended. I need a job.<br /><br />This week has been very emotional for me. My college decision has changed entirely. I was planning on going to the University of Louisiana at Lafayette and sharing an apartment with my best friend. All of that has changed. I waited too long to make some very important choices and that hindered me. While I have TOPS and get to go to a four year college with tuition paid, money wasn't looking good. Living nice, unfortunately, is not usually cheap. So, I had the option of staying in a dorm instead. Yeah...I don't think I'm ready for that. Six months from now, maybe, but not now. From the advice of my mom and a few others, I've decided to wait until the Spring semester to go to college. I still get to use my TOPS, so why not? This gives me more time to make a choice I feel more comfortable with. While I'm happy about the choice, I'm still nervous. I still have to make the decision. There's just more time for me to do that now. <sub> <br />[For those who don't know, TOPS is a program in Louisiana that will pay a certain amount of money for college depending on a high school graduate's GPA and ACT or SAT scores] </sub><br /><br />Another thing that has been bothering me is, well, me. I've been lazy, unmotivated, and basically a couch potato every since I graduated high school. Everyone tells me that that's fine and I deserve some time to relax. Sure, I agree, but doing nothing all day makes me feel pretty crappy. By nothing, I mean watching season after season of The Office, Law & Order: SVU, and a few random, cheesy movies on Netflix Instant Play. Now, that's a day well-waster for sure. OK, well not exactly, but yeah, yeah it is. Actually, I do other things, too. I draw. While that's a lot of fun and it's fulfilling, I still don't feel like I spend my days the best way I can. Art is very important to me and I know having a job would take time away from that, but I think it would be good for my mental state (which is not so good right now). I really want to work at Whole Foods. I love that place anyway, so it just makes sense that I'd want to be there all of the time. I won't apply for a job there until August, though. I can work part-time for my dad until then. The reason is because the chances of Whole Foods letting me take two weeks off to go to Oregon in mid-July don't seem good. Because if I started on the job tomorrow, I'd only be working for a month before asking for vacation time. Ha ha...ha...not likely. So for the next two months, working with my dad on Fridays is perfectly fine with me.<br /><br />Another issue I have with myself (it's always about me, isn't it) is my artistic expression. Oh, artist expression, I'm so professional now (only in my head, of course). But really, that's what it is. I feel like I'm holding back. I have thoughts and drawings I don't feel comfortable sharing with other people. I get scared of that they will think I've lost it. I do think I'm exaggerating a bit, but in my own head, it seems that way. I want freedom. I want that for myself. Being honest to myself, my friends and family, and my non-existence audience (heh heh) is crucial to my happiness. Whether my ideas are controversial or weird or completely normal, I want to express them. I have to express them. I WILL express them. <br /><br />That's all I have for now. Feeling pretty good about life. Thank God, I can breathe!<br /><br />~ tessmarie (June 18, 2010) <br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-70729712408339055262010-06-15T16:07:00.010-05:002011-12-28T18:23:57.433-06:00New Artwork *May and June*Pictures look best in full view (click once). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgbQaPPcn_YMaiCVHP3z8LtDdpC2ISP6v1Z1-xJn_gAjgsbNGlJvRM60n1vy9Mx0XMnKTkrmzrU3I4EVFIYlAQYIcBMAbehYjGd0Cs7e_pt4A4jahdZz0MdQUKvr9nFEUYOf-3StkS7Y/s1600/Innocence+in+Motion+(copyright+version).png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgbQaPPcn_YMaiCVHP3z8LtDdpC2ISP6v1Z1-xJn_gAjgsbNGlJvRM60n1vy9Mx0XMnKTkrmzrU3I4EVFIYlAQYIcBMAbehYjGd0Cs7e_pt4A4jahdZz0MdQUKvr9nFEUYOf-3StkS7Y/s320/Innocence+in+Motion+(copyright+version).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483123574139766690" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Innocence in Motion"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh75ujtcHMo8Fl7tYWt7xXhEcAAAlJf4rRyEzCL3KVAMeH9CO8nsZ1JGnJ6uTltT7oZZ0yeDJlSAuXaXICEY9QY1IgmH-3bSGyfOH3GROyF1sP4O0L0d7PDZLSUfsF3zI_sS8ol5sr11I/s1600/Kites%3F+(copyright+version).png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh75ujtcHMo8Fl7tYWt7xXhEcAAAlJf4rRyEzCL3KVAMeH9CO8nsZ1JGnJ6uTltT7oZZ0yeDJlSAuXaXICEY9QY1IgmH-3bSGyfOH3GROyF1sP4O0L0d7PDZLSUfsF3zI_sS8ol5sr11I/s320/Kites%3F+(copyright+version).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483123584542638370" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Kites?"</span> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN9I3TVwTO8xu1zl0BjIBlp7YGaRnAY0kGjykKnL5dFVT06SeI_cF6rmC4G2lbKZ-UlPTy_zKli4ABnGlkVoXitAJ-Zw_htnPTDQFBgTw0TY9-cE_epkNfe9HjlVNqeDkEN89MkBiu5o/s1600/Lovely+and+Lucid+(copyright+version).png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN9I3TVwTO8xu1zl0BjIBlp7YGaRnAY0kGjykKnL5dFVT06SeI_cF6rmC4G2lbKZ-UlPTy_zKli4ABnGlkVoXitAJ-Zw_htnPTDQFBgTw0TY9-cE_epkNfe9HjlVNqeDkEN89MkBiu5o/s320/Lovely+and+Lucid+(copyright+version).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483125658964948626" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Lovely and Lucid"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi476CqxIXSuCQkxdu7AiWra_1eHYSKlbYFbYIxTMAhefAZUDAdjnMYDovQnPTg_VezdBHPg1tPSbm5dfYH5kJ8qMQ9DkJPjVe-qcnYpR0GBbwgfcWWZAnz1H2RVj9Qo3umrG36c4iSs8A/s1600/Lovely+and+Bemused+(copyright+version).png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi476CqxIXSuCQkxdu7AiWra_1eHYSKlbYFbYIxTMAhefAZUDAdjnMYDovQnPTg_VezdBHPg1tPSbm5dfYH5kJ8qMQ9DkJPjVe-qcnYpR0GBbwgfcWWZAnz1H2RVj9Qo3umrG36c4iSs8A/s320/Lovely+and+Bemused+(copyright+version).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483123612478669250" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Lovely and Bemused"</span><br /><br />~ tessmarie (June 15, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-25946913158260183002010-06-02T17:19:00.004-05:002011-12-28T18:24:20.910-06:00I'm Open to You! Willing and Ready.There are a few things I need to be honest about with myself and everyone else. I've been talking about defeating my fear and how I'm trying to be brave. Also, I know I've voiced this to a couple of people close to me, but I think I should say it here - I want to be known, not for fame or fortune, but to make some kind of difference by sharing my ideas. Big problem, though. I'm afraid of what people think. First, the challenge was my family and friends. Never thought I'd get past that without difficulty, but I did (I was the one making the big deal, ha ha). Of course there are some that still concern me, but hey, I'll get over it. Now I realize that the ones I love truly support me and that gives me the courage to write this and to go ahead and live my dream. Everyone else, those I want to reach that I don't even know, is the real problem for me. I mean, what can I say to make people listen to me? I'm eighteen, just graduated from a small Christian private school, lived in a small town all of my life, and I'm still so naive. What could I possibly say that people want to pay attention to? I'm not sure. I'm going out on a limb saying all of this, but I think it's going to matter. God gave me a life for a reason, just like everyone else. It's about time I realize I can make a difference. I may be scared, but it brings me to tears thinking about the possibilities God can bring about in my life if I let him. I'm ready, God. Lead me, take me, and mold me in the woman you have me set out to be. I want with all of my heart to do something amazing for You. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (June 2, 2010) <br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-4078615074790159992010-05-30T22:40:00.004-05:002011-12-28T18:24:47.290-06:00Defeating the FearStill scared…of what they might think. I've grown so much and gotten strong enough that I'm proud of my work and of my beliefs. But I'm weak enough to still have fear of criticism and failure. It doesn't bother me until I try to put myself out there. I know what I want. At least, I think I do. I know what my goals are, though some will indefinitely change over time. However, that doesn't lessen my determination. It's fear that's holding me back. A voice inside my head tells me that I won't be able to express myself the right way. Oh, I'll be able to do it, but it won't be close to my expectations… There it is, fear.<br /><br />I want to be stronger. I want to speak my mind and do it with wisdom. I want to get my point across without worrying about others perceiving it the wrong way. I feel it's important to consider that, though. I have beliefs that some see as weird, others see as wonderful. I know not everyone will like my views, but I know there are people who will. I believe that. My opinions are important to me and I want to share them. I have to break this fear, if I ever want to succeed.<br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 30, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-38177103546984885532010-05-25T02:45:00.010-05:002011-12-28T18:25:54.817-06:00My Art - PastI picked a few of the pictures I've drawn or altered on my computer that I like the most. They aren't very recent. I just decided that I would like to document some of my past work on my blog. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UiZzk6XQUXNv8GYi6Yc6iJ75UvQB6vGs8UJD3Qqr2hlr1eB3_o9KvNr956RrulGVDulb3_QWjSQTWsqq0OQaFecpg7Rl-2QGz2KpBeeq5NyNbT6hwEKV-sFeuxZpiuFmKhxPPRy7fC4/s1600/Words+Around+Me+2.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UiZzk6XQUXNv8GYi6Yc6iJ75UvQB6vGs8UJD3Qqr2hlr1eB3_o9KvNr956RrulGVDulb3_QWjSQTWsqq0OQaFecpg7Rl-2QGz2KpBeeq5NyNbT6hwEKV-sFeuxZpiuFmKhxPPRy7fC4/s320/Words+Around+Me+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475115990483498818" /></a><br />This one is called "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Words Around Me</span>". It was the result of my random drawing during class. I think I drew this when I was 16 in the 10th grade.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuHqiKElNR-mAe8Tu_ibzXq2Edm5xAJZWNflscf5fsdrnNyghEyk40I7f8d5gjJFDSG32KXQ1Olks9ERhwRnBKIoefXIn6dUUz4p4of5cz_5VGn5C4By6SAUp7Jr6k2HzGF2hZ35_b8U/s1600/What+the+pinkness%3F!.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuHqiKElNR-mAe8Tu_ibzXq2Edm5xAJZWNflscf5fsdrnNyghEyk40I7f8d5gjJFDSG32KXQ1Olks9ERhwRnBKIoefXIn6dUUz4p4of5cz_5VGn5C4By6SAUp7Jr6k2HzGF2hZ35_b8U/s320/What+the+pinkness%3F!.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475115099265031522" /></a><br />Another random drawing called "<span style="font-weight:bold;">What the Pinkness?</span>". The picture is a little messy, but I like the mood it creates. The girl's eyes make her look animated, I think.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtlNgRzRATrriZbSSo454L2yefYwKttHzDoupWEzTkDGnXwo20VnM0o4ZFNuOm5EThs8h_8wwDJvfDnsN5ABZsBJ87aSXNTCFxARQwfTB4ff4kfQuHw2g0XfGhG1Q1L2EtrseqaVGShg/s1600/Ugly+Blank+Stare.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtlNgRzRATrriZbSSo454L2yefYwKttHzDoupWEzTkDGnXwo20VnM0o4ZFNuOm5EThs8h_8wwDJvfDnsN5ABZsBJ87aSXNTCFxARQwfTB4ff4kfQuHw2g0XfGhG1Q1L2EtrseqaVGShg/s320/Ugly+Blank+Stare.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475115096013541410" /></a><br />Um, well, this drawing is called "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Ugly Blank Stare</span>". Not saying the girl is ugly, of course, but that her stare is somewhat frightening. Her outfit is...interesting. And she has pink hair!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-WRPGMHgE7n_rxQVaU_PfMTkV6cRHsIIBF5-_BpDy1lw53kTJcZUFh-rmQIQSO1mshkCBLxxjAHS-rWxJFleQmMIJyFH1FREn9HdbMfsBRDKjRJ24HUIxeADadKxFBBtpfa4Vs4Tn6I/s1600/She's+super..png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-WRPGMHgE7n_rxQVaU_PfMTkV6cRHsIIBF5-_BpDy1lw53kTJcZUFh-rmQIQSO1mshkCBLxxjAHS-rWxJFleQmMIJyFH1FREn9HdbMfsBRDKjRJ24HUIxeADadKxFBBtpfa4Vs4Tn6I/s320/She's+super..png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475115090596820354" /></a><br />This picture is titled "<span style="font-weight:bold;">She's Super</span>". I guess at the time I drew her, I thought she looked like a superhero or something. I love the tone of her blonde hair. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBdX5RJktFj9cQBcPrsxcFjLexPW6MIWKHkyh-HkzS6de93XeAl2wG60XQaMLhJWgivfbjUxFWO6M1ep1S0O_YjGonvtXoRQnvQdeI3lcNe6Boa8HrLExBYH33M9hlPGzwSIEHGUhQ0M/s1600/Hair+Color+Wows+Me.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQBdX5RJktFj9cQBcPrsxcFjLexPW6MIWKHkyh-HkzS6de93XeAl2wG60XQaMLhJWgivfbjUxFWO6M1ep1S0O_YjGonvtXoRQnvQdeI3lcNe6Boa8HrLExBYH33M9hlPGzwSIEHGUhQ0M/s320/Hair+Color+Wows+Me.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475115084115481586" /></a><br />I call this one "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Hair Color Wows Me</span>", because it does. Seriously, the girl's hair color is my favorite thing about this picture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPrEdShoOvAIukoHapBYeK_20Ua582wGUEsv6F0bXZ7S9KoOrzN0p_mIOVSOqEOzVYLGBrVLHQ4L4OuvMM272NMevD9vH-TBi_WaFxvz_TzkMBcwY7mpoNpo6gscX_68WlxPnSYYgiMc/s1600/Pinkster.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPrEdShoOvAIukoHapBYeK_20Ua582wGUEsv6F0bXZ7S9KoOrzN0p_mIOVSOqEOzVYLGBrVLHQ4L4OuvMM272NMevD9vH-TBi_WaFxvz_TzkMBcwY7mpoNpo6gscX_68WlxPnSYYgiMc/s320/Pinkster.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113716899875010" /></a><br />This one is titled "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Pinkster</span>". Hm, in my opinion, she resembles a Dr. Suess type character. I was experimenting with brushes in a program called Seashore when I did this drawing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5EMYrHqWkRm50nrVlRuabC4ClqvbjoBd5wPL0RzvchvsoTFSuj2p-tCck0LAamOvs33oItlQoU4kCyk-_l6CozQN8s9kNK9lLoOWkJ7J8xGdpj_KBpKc8QPu2bIZW_NsYb5gfjyxJUc/s1600/I+can+has+anime%3F.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5EMYrHqWkRm50nrVlRuabC4ClqvbjoBd5wPL0RzvchvsoTFSuj2p-tCck0LAamOvs33oItlQoU4kCyk-_l6CozQN8s9kNK9lLoOWkJ7J8xGdpj_KBpKc8QPu2bIZW_NsYb5gfjyxJUc/s320/I+can+has+anime%3F.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113708332469442" /></a><br />This picture was taken on a webcam, eh. It's of a two different animes/manga I like, Fruits Basket and Ranma 1/2. I was practicing anime eyes and then I drew my favorite male characters in the animes. Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket), Ranma Saotome (Ranma 1/2), and the cutie Ryoga Hibiki/Pchan (Ranma 1/2). I call the picture "<span style="font-weight:bold;">I Can Has Anime</span>?". <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnbCyhL038FIUae2t_Q5PX6CUp-iMh4Kx5ctOnXbz04eVUmwPkH3uhfRVaUq6NrrY3W54e8IsZdKN49l_i9FfMmNA0FW36y55ULzTkwEdMrHlM1VC65xH_swrVrEYHXKABFaxjM19iUE/s1600/Girl+with+tie.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnbCyhL038FIUae2t_Q5PX6CUp-iMh4Kx5ctOnXbz04eVUmwPkH3uhfRVaUq6NrrY3W54e8IsZdKN49l_i9FfMmNA0FW36y55ULzTkwEdMrHlM1VC65xH_swrVrEYHXKABFaxjM19iUE/s320/Girl+with+tie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113698248084402" /></a><br />When I drew this picture, I didn't realize that the background was set on transparent so it looks a like weird. Simple picture, simple title. "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Girl With Tie</span>". <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFG-oBGihYtUtZCkuqxxnFm8pHCWEqB67u7gVrcIV4vNU8XQTtdEFeBcLcwj5QEK3pYaf0WbGZAKgvipuJXJM3jFxis6_aRHRmuITt_ZGj3lBv08_zzhtKPAcRz39WCbxjkjmyCnMdLI/s1600/FLOWOW.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFG-oBGihYtUtZCkuqxxnFm8pHCWEqB67u7gVrcIV4vNU8XQTtdEFeBcLcwj5QEK3pYaf0WbGZAKgvipuJXJM3jFxis6_aRHRmuITt_ZGj3lBv08_zzhtKPAcRz39WCbxjkjmyCnMdLI/s320/FLOWOW.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113694447182418" /></a><br />This drawing was extremely random. I don't really know what to say about it, ha ha. It's called "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Flowow</span>". I just like that it looks fun. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKu7lDlnzjRkg0eNjS6dvD3qzgHcMmOY13bhG76Fvnili-Zmgqfn8EmIVlQ5fBuqBJst-OfIHR2VbP0ehZOjvktjovbFCaYzeId3ebZNuSlx9h8ZNaeBWG7ecZqFeidHYGzDXis0d3Oc/s1600/fields+galore+not+really.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKu7lDlnzjRkg0eNjS6dvD3qzgHcMmOY13bhG76Fvnili-Zmgqfn8EmIVlQ5fBuqBJst-OfIHR2VbP0ehZOjvktjovbFCaYzeId3ebZNuSlx9h8ZNaeBWG7ecZqFeidHYGzDXis0d3Oc/s320/fields+galore+not+really.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113059843736178" /></a><br />Here is a drawing I did of a cartoon-y field. I like the blurring and the different shades of the colors. It looks very small, hence the title "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Fields Galore, Not Really</span>".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBZmvdkHC8UKpdCEpu7sD4GmCGXkjJlraw2ob2DWIckJwZcAbSQFK-ymjg0jdaKU1_ZEwlL3mOD7EuAzWftW4aso-NuWxzICJLsbvAh2w-0nuyi6jyY6tnxRHrUW0unXI_Ohv5Wvtyow/s1600/Amber+-+(Sepia)++.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBZmvdkHC8UKpdCEpu7sD4GmCGXkjJlraw2ob2DWIckJwZcAbSQFK-ymjg0jdaKU1_ZEwlL3mOD7EuAzWftW4aso-NuWxzICJLsbvAh2w-0nuyi6jyY6tnxRHrUW0unXI_Ohv5Wvtyow/s320/Amber+-+(Sepia)++.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113053998858338" /></a><br />There are so many flaws that people have pointed out to me in this picture. And I can think of a handful every time I look at it...but I still like it. I was sad when I drew it. I think I drew this during my first week as a junior in high school, at age 17. This drawing is called "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Amber</span>". <br /><br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 25, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-88456730468612376842010-05-19T23:38:00.007-05:002011-12-28T18:27:30.280-06:00Burnt Out<center><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Ah, I love this song! I must listen to it 30 times a day. It's just so good!"</span></center><br /><br />This is a thought from when I was fifteen. <br /><br /> I remember having thoughts like the above statement. I've had what I call an addictive behavior for years. This trait has its disadvantages, but I do believe it has worthwhile positive aspects. Sure, listening to the same song over and over and over or entertaining specific thoughts on a daily basis can somewhat isolate you from reality, but it does something different for me. When I do something that gives me a temporary high, I often think about it so much that I get tired of it. I'm not saying liking something a lot means eventually you will hate it. That's not true, of course. It depends on what it is and why you like it. For example, when I was fifteen/sixteen, I was very much obsessed with two things that had this effect on me. I really liked the song "Pop Princess" by The Click Five. Actually, I think I was more obsessed with the images and the feeling the song gave me. Anyway, I listened to the song until I got "burnt out" on it. That doesn't mean I don't like it today, it just doesn't create the same vision in my mind. I had to go through a stage of obsession until I realized it wasn't the greatest song in the world, ha ha. <br /><br /> The second thing I was obsessed with definitely had a longer-lasting effect on me. It look me a while to get over it. I imaged a very odd scene with one of my characters being stuck somewhere. It's very awkward actually, so I'm not going to mention specific details (and no, it wasn't graphic or perverted). For some reason, even though the idea wasn't at all great, I loved it! I honestly couldn't get enough of it. Almost a year later, the idea started to fade and the story changed almost entirely. Now, it has drastically changed from that original idea. The story I'm talking about is At First Blush. Oddly enough, in the beginning, the main character was a girl who dressed as a guy for whatever reason. Well, Charlie still dresses as a male, but there is a reason and it's crucial to the story and the character. <br /><br /> I think being "burnt out" isn't all bad. While the process sucks, because once you get over something you usually feel drained, it's worth it. That's my experience, anyway. At times, it can bring you to something better. You don't have to stay drained and sad because your "oh my gosh, amazing" happiness went away. You can learn from it and grow to be a wiser and more intelligent person. I think I have and will continue to do so. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 19, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-37889684374193917072010-05-13T23:01:00.006-05:002011-12-28T18:28:24.028-06:00Not the SameIt's all falling apart. We're all falling. <br />Innocence, ha, I remember that.<br />When I didn't know any better.<br />But somehow I kept from getting hurt.<br />Things of the past, so far away.<br />What have I given into now?<br />Everything.<br />Everything I thought I had to have.<br />What made me change...<br />So long ago...<br />It doesn't matter now.<br />I have what I want, what I've craved.<br />So I could be like the rest of them.<br />The Best of them...(the worst of them)<br /><br />Yeah, I'm not bitter. Ha ha, really, I'm not. This isn't about me actually. It's about the change I've seen in some of my classmates. Sad really, but if I think about it too long, it just makes me angry. So...writing this piece of literature helped me vent. Ahhh, I feel a little better. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 13, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-34857457342713681162010-05-10T19:26:00.006-05:002011-12-28T18:28:59.444-06:00Was I Delusional?I have a lot of poems on this blog, so far most of them convey feelings I had for a person. Unlike the feelings, these poems still exist and I'm OK with that. I was just thinking about how strongly I felt about this specific person and whether it was rational or not. The truth is I'm not sure. I've heard that love is not supposed to make sense, but to what degree? This sounds like it's getting more complicated than I expected. OK, so sticking to the original subject of this entry, I'm wondering what these poems mean to me now. I still like the way I wrote them and I like that they hold a piece of me, even though it was during a chapter of my life where I felt very foolish. It's weird... It's not like I hate the person I wrote about, it's just that I hardly think about him now. The memories will never go away and that's fine with me, too. Maybe I wasn't that silly. Maybe there was a reason for it. Ha ha, what am I talking about? Of course there was a reason for it all. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 10, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-10615433768105155352010-05-09T18:45:00.013-05:002011-12-28T18:29:29.320-06:00Music ♫<CENTER><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPd5DojQ-3TEUagw8s43wTpJisJXeNmDToXijb02Y0rE7ISfZBPTtnTFegM6CRZm-db71EmBSZfVFXuHVP8GOFz5DSD9h9FezPeckBeGZBKUek3EtQh_PF8VLCfgTi8afK5QhjKYG7RU/s1600/music+pic+for+blog.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPd5DojQ-3TEUagw8s43wTpJisJXeNmDToXijb02Y0rE7ISfZBPTtnTFegM6CRZm-db71EmBSZfVFXuHVP8GOFz5DSD9h9FezPeckBeGZBKUek3EtQh_PF8VLCfgTi8afK5QhjKYG7RU/s320/music+pic+for+blog.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469842350889368722" /></a></CENTER><br /><br />Do you ever listen to the radio or to a playlist (or any other music source) and feel like you're in another world? Is it an escape that you often crave? It seems common for people to do this, but sometimes I wonder to what extent to they do it? Does their favorite song take them to a life unlike their own, completely opposite? Is that alternate reality more appealing than the song that helps achieve it? Or do their lives so closely relate to a song that they want to get lost in it because they never want the happiness they feel to slip away? Is it always about feeling some kind of high? I think it is, at least, that's how it is for me. Music is somewhat of an obsession for me. Of course, I have many other obsessions, but this one is pretty high on my list of things I live off of. It helps me develop my stories. Music, especially on the radio, provides a lot of inspiration for me. There are even songs that I didn't like at first, but became fond of because of realized that they could relate to my story, At First Blush. Honestly, my day just doesn't feel the same if I don't hear a song that tells a story or has an infectious beat...<br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 9, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-32989747508524367882010-05-09T17:43:00.009-05:002011-12-28T18:30:55.366-06:00Back-Stabbing Thoughts? Nah...At First Blush, kill me now. I keep writing this story, but how? Pressures and trials scare me daily. Not sure if I can continue to face this bravely. Disaster could strike at any moment. Sometimes I want to vent. Too great of an honor to hold. Or should I be so bold? God, I need you. Am I being untrue…to my Savior? The One who gives me so much favor? Lead me and guide me. For I should only succeed if You are beside me.<br /><br />The above is a poem, I guess, that I wrote concerning my insecurities about my ideas and their inspiration. Sometimes, I become worried about the direction I'm accelerating in. But I try to find comfort in the reason I think, the reason I dream - to please God. <br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 9, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-18673378767071196052010-05-06T19:06:00.015-05:002011-12-28T18:31:30.800-06:00It's over. Wait, no...it's just beginning.<center>...</center><br /><br /><center>Exams...are <span style="font-weight:bold;">over</span>.</center><br /><br /><center>Papers...are <span style="font-weight:bold;">done</span>.</center><br /><br /><center>High school...is <span style="font-weight:bold;">finished</span>!</center><br /><br />Yesterday was my last day of high school. Today was senior chapel, a day I have always looked forward to every year. It's a special event to honor the senior class at my high school. Ever since seventh grade, I loved to see seniors (ones I didn't even know) be lifted up and happy on such a special day for them. The teachers/staff always made the event entertaining with jokes and embarrassing stories. Of course, there have been some boring moments in between, but it was always worth it to see the smile on the seniors' faces. And today, I was one of those seniors. It was my class' turn finally. I knew it would be more emotional this time, and it was. The one real difference was the increased suspense. I had so much fun trying to figure out who would speak for what student. Now...I was trying to figure out who was going to speak for ME! I had expectations. I tried not to take them too seriously and I was successful. But reality had exceeded my expectations. A teacher I greatly admire, Mrs. Trahan, had me. And it doesn't even end there. She also had my best friend Jackie. Nothing could have been more amazing! Honestly, it was more than I could have asked for. I feel truly blessed. I cried both tears of sadness and of joy. My dad, my brother Todd, and I ate at Another Broken Egg Cafe afterwards. Around 5, I went with my friend Meredith to see my art teacher, Mrs. Mary, in the hospital because she recently had a stroke. I was glad to see that she looked OK. All in all, it was a good day.<br /><br />Road trip out of town tomorrow! I'm driving there with Jackie. We're touring a college campus. So much is changing so fast...<br /><br />~ tessmarie (May 6, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-69186923600402477472010-04-12T01:19:00.006-05:002011-12-28T18:32:01.160-06:00These feelings...are beyond words.When it's an act of God, can words used to describe it give it justice?<br /><br />Well, I'm gonna try to write about it anyway. Ha ha.<br /><br />My heart has been opened, revived. I am free. Free to love. Free to believe. <br /><br />Free to live for God.<br /><br />~ tessmarie (April 12, 2010)<br /><br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-44745494991622444002010-04-09T17:30:00.008-05:002011-12-28T18:32:18.234-06:00Well, it's come to this point.Love is one of the most amazing feelings.<br />But if you don't watch yourself, it can turn into hate.<br /><br />If you love someone and you think you can't let them know, you could possibly become bitter. Bitterness can sink into your heart. Maybe you feel like the person you care/cared for is the one to blame. But really, that's not the case. It's you. Emotions can be controlled. If you let yourself become angry, you're the only one who can stop those feelings.<br /><br />It may or may not be wrong to continue loving that person. But whatever you do, don't turn love into hate.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">It's miserable.</span><br /><br />~ tessmarie (April 9, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-61451072644844576782010-04-09T00:58:00.011-05:002011-12-28T18:33:54.601-06:00AFB - Personalities<span style="font-weight:bold;">Character analysis</span>- fun stuff.<br /><br />I don't believe in astrology, but I think some experimenting with it could do me some good.<br /><br />❍ <span style="font-weight:bold;">Saccharine</span>~ is like a Pisces.<br /> > Her personality is sweet and thoughtful, but she could easily become sad depending on her surroundings.<br /> > Her challenge is to be strong and overcome negative emotions in order to protect and care for those she loves.<br /> > She's NOT exactly like a Pisces, of course. She is strong-willed when she needs to be. <br />* But regardless of this, I think I will make her birthday March 31st. <br /><br />❍ <span style="font-weight:bold;">Blair</span>~seems to resemble a Sagittarius.<br /> > He is sensitive, always dwelling, and very kind.<br /> > His emotional strength is a unique quality.<br /> > He is easy to connect with.<br /> > Has good sense of humor and is interesting. <br /> > When he chooses to make a loyal friend, he tries to do it carefully.<br />* So...December 17th will be his birthday. <br /><br />❍ <span style="font-weight:bold;">Charlie</span>~is like an Aries or a Gemini or even a Scorpio.<br /> > Charl is agressive at times, but seeks peace.<br /> > Determination conflicts with Charl's emotions.<br /> > S/he has a complex character. There's a lot I don't know.<br />* November 7th is Charlie's date of birth. <br /><br />Eh, this is subject to change. I'm not sure, but, at the moment, I agree with it.<br /><br />~ tessmarie (April 9, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-14957936630826900142010-04-08T18:40:00.008-05:002011-12-28T18:34:29.368-06:00Kamehameha!I've been craving some Dragonball Z. Call me crazy, but I love that show. And it's more than the nostalgia. And by nostalgia, I mean I used to watch the show in 1st/2nd grade on Cartoon Network. I watched it in order to relate to the boys at my school. I had only a couple of friends so that helped me kind of socialize. I remember looking for "dragonballs" on the playground. Fun times. I just think it's weird that I started watching a show over 10 years ago and now I'm 18 and still love it. But of course I have good reasons. <br /><br />1. The characters are fascinating, both with personality and looks.<br />2. The story lines, though long, keep me hooked.<br />3. It's a long series that takes time and dedication to watch. <br />4. There are plenty of surprises, ha ha.<br /><br />But again, it's silly a lot. Not just funny, but silly. Things happen that don't make sense almost every episode. <br />I'm not complaining though. It's not like the show is trying to be realistic. <br /><br />I have a few favorite characters. The two that top my list are Vegeta and future Trunks. Goku fluctuates on my list, depending on my mood. Ha ha. But the Saiyan Prince and his son are always fun to watch, especially the relationship between the two. I guess I'm a sucker for the whole father-son aspect of it. <br /><br />Here are two sketches I drew of Vegeta. They're sloppy but I think they're cute. Oh and also, these were drawn on my school planner, hence the numbers and writing all over the place.<br /><br /><CENTER><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZ6-oZOhugr06UBi19t04PKR1BBbGwC8hI5fcvrKvzeLOyoKQZJ63kvL1iBWWBPOeOz66m1cWjHOWeUVfr-6Vaon60PcElgNB873mNbt-HyV6tiNm7WOX2hYtzsahfZyIppf-sOxUIzo/s1600/Vegeta+Drawing+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZ6-oZOhugr06UBi19t04PKR1BBbGwC8hI5fcvrKvzeLOyoKQZJ63kvL1iBWWBPOeOz66m1cWjHOWeUVfr-6Vaon60PcElgNB873mNbt-HyV6tiNm7WOX2hYtzsahfZyIppf-sOxUIzo/s320/Vegeta+Drawing+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469834854765376610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfH_qb-Cu38wtRasZ75dJ8VfJDNN8BV2Kw_c4fB2Pm4Njy4ERfa3x1jHupnit-zxiSpafN2EukXbOy-ky1svg1p8rxpviSNE2uygp_rQtsLEjCTXYq5Uz9AgE3MkM-zjOebwB_iwXj3dI/s1600/Vegeta+Drawing+.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfH_qb-Cu38wtRasZ75dJ8VfJDNN8BV2Kw_c4fB2Pm4Njy4ERfa3x1jHupnit-zxiSpafN2EukXbOy-ky1svg1p8rxpviSNE2uygp_rQtsLEjCTXYq5Uz9AgE3MkM-zjOebwB_iwXj3dI/s320/Vegeta+Drawing+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469834850308102738" /></a></CENTER><br /><br />Why am I still blogging? I've got a whole lot of DBZ to catch up on. :)<br /><br />~ tessmarie (April 8, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-64284508005040113472010-04-08T01:23:00.004-05:002011-12-28T18:35:19.399-06:00Avid Diva - This chick ain't me, is she?<span style="font-weight:bold;">Avid Diva</span>, my other story...<br /><br />While it's still a "baby story", its origins began when I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade. Here is the daydream that helped to create Avid Diva. I imagined that I had an "alter ego". She seemed to be between the ages of 19 and 24? What's even weirder is that she wore a black bodysuit and lived on a ship in outerspace. Yeah, pretty odd. And I wasn't sure if she was a villain or a hero. She made jokes to herself, and a small animal sidekick? I'm not sure. My memory is a little fuzzy. But I do remember she had somewhat of an ego...maybe because she had no human contact. Anyway, that's how it started.<br /><br />It's becoming something almost entirely different. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Similarities: </span><br />- She will look almost exactly like me (hair color, eye color, body shape, etc.) <br />- Her personality will be the same as I imagined.<br />- Black will be a key color for her.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Differences:</span><br />- Chances are she won't be living in a spaceship. Ha ha. (maybe in HER imagination.)<br />- Bodysuits aren't considered "normal" attire in the 21st century, as far as I know. <br />- Will probably be more sociable.<br />- The plot: she is destined (blessed) to be celibate. <br /><br />Her journey has begun. :)<br /><br />~ tessmarie (April 8, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128910630243645808.post-44191132462174258502010-04-08T01:18:00.002-05:002011-12-28T18:35:47.110-06:00Reoccurring Heartbreak?If we were meant to be together, it would so weird.<br />Because you know my intentions even when I don't.<br />You make my heart beat uncontrollably and it's so sudden.<br />I guess I say it would be weird because I can't imagine that you feel the same. <br />While you're calm and collected, I'm losing my mind...to your heart.<br /><br />~ tessmarie (April 8, 2010)<br /><br /><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/88x31.png" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/us/">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License</a>.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13068113682437009446noreply@blogger.com0