Ummm...nothing as good, or good for you like fresh coconut water!
You know how it goes, "Coconut water, good for your daughter, coconut Jelly, good for your belly!"... or maybe you don't, man my Island girl roots are showing strong today!

So I figured now was as a good time as any to make a new journal entry, it’s been over a year since my last one.


Here’s a little fun thing to do I got from Creedysgirl aka Kim Schultz, who got it from someone else's journal. I did it on my lunch break, you should do it too

Poetry 101

Feeling poetic? Put your mp3 player (or iPod) on shuffle and write down the first line of the first 21 songs that play to form a "poem". No skipping songs! (unless they happen to not have lyrics) Don't cheat! It can say a lot about you based on the music you like!

OMG! It's works so good! Love mine here it is, and I did not cheat!

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Where’d you go my blue eyed savior, where’d you go my darling one
Well they’ll just stone you when you’re trying to be good

You’re so sexy, I don’t wanna look at another man
Hollywood hills, Pocket full of shells
I need an easy friend

Looking for a penny on an empty beach
Now I’m thinking maybe I was stoned
Men doing men thing times

Her skin as soft as snow, Calico
Dale un Latigazo
Pequino Juan

Meet me by the sea again, pass the pit where the shoreline ends
It’s Carnival time again
Close your eyes, let me touch you now
Who knows if your soul will fade at all?

Babies on beach blankets headed to mars
As a young girl
Please raise your child today the way that you were born to play

Weeds blow tall on the broken train tracks
Surly it won’t come to this

There’s one man, he's like the wishful thinking in my life
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So here’s what I leaned from that, other than I need to shuffle my music more often, and I have good taste , I like to dance, I like a lot of artists and songs having to do with the sea, and I’m sensual. Wait, I knew that already, but it was fun anyway, you should try it.

You should also take a listen to the actual songs, you might hear something you love!

The cowboy junkies, blue eyed savior
Bob Dylan
Missy Eliot, Best,Best
Puddle of mud, Famous
Nirvana, About a girl
Vast, Turquoise & Crimson
Ellekari Lauren, Closer
Chris Garneau, Castle Time
Marrissa Nadler, Calico
Daddy Yankee, Latigazo
Pitbull, Bojangles
Jesse Harris, The Secret Sun
Various Carnival hits from the 60’s and 70’s, Carnival Time
Vast, Flames
Seether, Fake it
Jewel ,Satellite
Vampire weekend, Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Serj Tanken Falling Stars
Kings of Leon Tahilia Sky
Royal wood Silently
Lisa Hanigan, Sea Song



To end with a rant, I haven't had much new in my gallery because I was working with a client on a concept commission, he loved it all the way through, I did a lot of work trying to convey his message, made sketches and what not, but when it came time for him to make the first half payment before I started the big one, he bailed. Keep in mind he knew my (cheap) price beforehand, AND I ordered the matboards already to fame this damn thing for him when it was finished. Imagine a stream of appropriately inappropriate expletives here.


But to make myself feel better about art, I'm drawing a new obsession picture, and it should be in my gallery soon, FUN! Good day everyone!

In contrast to my last journal entry, hell, all my journal entries, and in the words of one of my friends, I'm producing. Or I'd like to think of it as I'm "doing".

I'm still finishing up older works, but they're almost complete, but being a perfectionist, they're never complete, lol! So I should have a slightly fuller gallery soon. Yeah me!

I need Motivation!!!

Interesting...just noticed some of those little things in the box above somehow relate by happenstance. Funny. So goes life...that being the subject I'm eternally hungry for, but who isn't? Why else would we be here, but to bear witness - sound, sight, feel, taste, emotion - to, of ongoing, growing, ever changing, eternally perpetual Existence however, and in whichever role we are fiercely slaved or may mercifully choose to participate.

I don't know if that made a rice grain of sense, but what I do know is that I really am rumbly tumbly hungry, I really do wish for wine, but most of all, I really wish I were a more productive artist, if I dare call myself that; so instead I'll say I long to produce every single one of those images, all the art, or god forbid, even quarter, that form, fade, and haunt in my head, burning the backs of my eyelids. Hell, I'd give anything to finish half the stuff I have laying around. But I seem to make an unproductive artist and a helluva an efficient procrastinator.

So with my glass of imaginary wine, "Salud to efficacy!" and to those, unlike myself, but like many here on deviant art, who have mastered it.

...And cheers to those who would offer help, hints, and tips to a speedy process

I just want to fall asleep, my body is run down and sick, damn allergies, but two cups of coffee, yummy, yummy Iced Caramel Macciatos, are laughing at, me telling me "No, no, no!" (I know, Starbucks, very commercial)

I want to finish the dozens of unfinished and yet to be started art I have laying about around me and rattling around in my head, but I'm to damn tired, lazy, and sick.

I want to finish my fiction, but I temporarily have plot line writers block.

I want to eat chocolate chip cookies, ice-cream, or anything "carb" based at the moment, but I've been slacking in the exercise department since Thanksgiving -I have to realize the holidays are over, stupid bunny with all his chocolate goodness-and all 5' 4"/118 pounds of me can't handle the hunger and appetite of a crazed monster who needs food, every TWO HOURS! ARRRGGG! Crazy, I know, but if you're an artist too, I don't need to tell you what crazy is. Or hunger for that mater, and you know I don't mean food. I loath the normal people. The worst part is, they pass me off as one of their own.

I want to save the world, and after watching "Blood Diamond" (and still remembering Last King of Scotland and Hotel Rwanda) I'm joining the cause to save Africa. I WANT TO SAVE AFRICA! I don't understand how this stuff can go on over there-the state of the continent and it's people. What do I do, what can I do? I can write a check with my meager earnings, like I do to every other cause that passes my fancy: cancer, cleft lip, the hordes of sick and starving children in all the countries around this horrible, beautiful world. Trust me, my list doesn't stop there, the list goes on and on and on. Should that make me a good human being, god, that should just make me human. What the hell can I DO! Let me stop now, I can rant and rave forever. Sorry, I go off on my soap box quite often, the people that know me just have to thank their luck stars I don't vocalize quarter of it.


They need to have a cute little "want" icon in this mood section, now that I think of it. I want a lot of things right now, and that's not even the half of it. Selfish, greedy, and gluttonous, I know, but hey, I live in America, I'm free to want.

...lawrd, now I feel bad again about those other people. Damn feelings.