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I'M THE STERLING SCHOLAR!

For those of you who don't know what that is, it is a position you apply for and interview for. They choose you based on service, achievements, and academics. Oh, and art for my catagory.

BUT I DID IT, I DID IT, I DID IT!

Sorry, but let me explain, don't take this as braggery please, but there were certain things I dreamt of doing.

Like,
Becoming the SBO Design Officer,
getting into the Springville Art Show,
and becoming the Sterling Scholar for Art

AND I DID ALL OF THEM!

So now I just have become a millionaire, go skydiving whilst making out, sing the national anthem in Swahili, and start a flash mob and we'll call it good.

FOR NOW.... but really as dumb as this sounds, I realize that those big dreams need to be in the back, behind the smaller ones that lead to it, otherwise those big ones can't even happen.
Did that make any sense?

Anyways, I'm really really happy!

But I'm off to do some work,
so goodbye!

Nicole

Learned

I don't think it's possible to ever stop, but it totally is possible to stop wanting to learn... And I'm kind of in this rut. Not learning as a whole, but definitely when it comes to my classes.

I haven't learned a single thing in Interior Design, we really just glue white paper on black all class long.

I do love my art classes though.

But enough of that. Learning is good. And I may have brought up this topic just because the graphics on this picture were cool.

Tell me if I'm weird: Do you ever look at things, like a nose on some guy, and you want to draw it?

Or have you ever watched a movie laying down and you see it sideways when you replay it in your head?

Or have you ever looked at a plant and imagined it becoming alive?

Or see what you are about to draw on the page before you draw it?

I've been thinking about the odd things I do lately, and asking people if they do this too.

So far, no luck. Let me know if any of these were yes for you.

Alright, Goodbye,

Or how my lil cousin would say it:

Peace out, Chicken Nugget

Nicole

Cheese

Right, well today has been fantastic. Not in a sarcastic way in the least, honest.

I slept in (!), watched 500 Days of Summer, Lars and the Real Girl, and Jane Eyre, and almost died of bliss. It is our UEA school break, and it couldn't have come with better timing.
I love watching movies. Per term, I'll convince myself that I'm sick that day and I'll watch movies for 12 hours straight.

I love how happy they make me, while allowing me the opportunity not to think. Mmmmmmm.

Anyway, I thought today might be just the right kind of day to let you know about my new found confidence I have in my art.

-------------------------------------->>>> It started with a particularly good interview I had with my art teachers. All of the sudden, they understood me. It was like this huge weight was lifted off of my body, and everything was dandy. My  art teacher gets my art, he even said it. We won't go into too much detail, because even the word detail kills interest, but I just had to get out that it was a fine time, and feeling accomplished is one of the  best feelings in the world.
Maybe someday I'll post more on here. Eh, we'll see.

Right when you thought that was quite cheesy, just wait:

It made me feel like my silly dreams are more real and possible than I thought.

Puke. That was a very gnarly sentence I just shared on the world wide web.

Excuse me,
but it is oh so true.

So if I had to leave you with something to ponder, and let's be honest I always do, I would want you to look at this:

Because, if this image doesn't make you a little more calm, happy, a little different than who you were before,

I suggest you scroll up and check this out again.

Sincerely,

Nicole

That Bites

Well, well, well. I would dare say that it has been a couple of weeks since I last posted, silly me (tricks are for kids). But I don't have any tricks, or very fun reasons for why it has been so long. I have been very busy. But good news comes from this: now I shouldn't have too much trouble coming up with things to post about, I've got lists.

And we'll start with nails. No, continue reading. Please, I know it sounds boring.

I have always bit my nails since I was a littlun. Young and thriving, with a bucket haircut (thanks to my sister), and short nails. I looked more like a Nicolas. In fact my great grandma told me so. Every time I saw her.

But then I grew up, my hair got longer but my nails stayed short. It reminds me of the literary term "static character" but more like "static nails". I feel like whipping out some English vocabulary might credit this story a little.

Anyway, I got fake nails recently. Weird, and very out of character of me. I made them look normal though, acrylic, but painted over. At a normal, sustainable length. I loved loved LOVED it.  I couldn't get enough, it was a great moment for me.

It lasted 2 and a half weeks. Then I ripped all of them off. Artificial things tend to fall off of me. Like my nose I got that one time, and that butt implant.. So I finally learned that I should stop with artificials, or I might lose some more.

Just move past that attempt of a joke, and realize the symbolism (another literary term) behind my story. I finally realized that my stubs of half painted nasty nast nails we part of moi. They are part of my character.

And some man who doesn't look down too often will hold my hands and he will like (or ignore, either way) my ugly nails. So yes, little brother, my hands may just look like that of a drag queen's when not taking into account the rest of my body, but all is well. I am happy.

AND FULL OF LIFE.

So just remember to stick with what you've got. I feel like I always have to end with some kind of moral, apologies.

PS. Is anyone else slightly or majorly addicted to pinterest? Can't help it, really can't.

Love,
Nicole