Lola Sin

Comic book autobiography

That’s right, folks. I want to make a comic book autobiography. The plan is being set into motion.

Revolutionary Road

I just watched this with my Grandma. Watching sex scenes with your Grandma? Not so awesome. She didn’t like it at all (except the song The Gypsy by The Ink Spots at the beginning, she loves that song), and I liked it more than I thought I was going to. Kate Winslet’s character reminded me a lot of my Mother, and at times of myself (the car sex scene especially). Except that my Mom loved my brother and I, we were the only things that kept her going when she was depressed. And my Dad can be a real asshole sometimes and drive you past the edge of sanity. This also just reiterated my truth that men are big babies.

Math Class Crush

He walked in, and I had to catch my breath. He has tattoo’s, a gorgeous, colorful half sleeve on his left arm, and some Old English lettering on the inside of his right, partially hidden under his t-shirt sleeve. He’s just the right body type, tall (not too tall, maybe 5’10”) light brown hair, average bordering on muscular (my favorite), and glasses. Black frames. Of course I’m crushing on him. He’s from New York, and lived in Germany for five years. He’s an economics major (money is and will always be sexy). We had to introduce one another in class, but I was so smitten I forgot his name. He probably has a girlfriend (because, really, I have horrible luck) and he’s going to FSU soon. But I don’t care. I get to stare at him for three hours two nights a week. Hopefully my math grades don’t suffer. We have to ask for like, five people’s numbers to study with, so I’m going to ask him. Plus, I was in Germany recently, albeit just the Frankfort and Munich airports, but still, conversation starter!

Writing sucks

anaisescobar:

king4asummer:

Every time I “finish” writing something, I spend hours and hours thinking about how to fix it and make it better. I wish it was like painting, sculpting, or photography where, when it is done, it is done. The line is draw, button pushed, piece carved. Instead, writing is never really done, and this tortures me to no end. I can’t even let go of the most simple writings. Even this one! I need to let go…

Story of my life. I can’t let go either, I become attached and then I nitpick and change every other line. I can’t just let things I create be.

Painting and sculpture aren’t ever really done, either. You can always come back and add or take away. Photography, yes, in a way, but they can always be tweaked, in the darkroom or digitally. The key to art is knowing when to walk away, and sometimes it’s not as easy as the piece saying “I’m done now!” Sometimes you’re lucky and it does. If it doesn’t, then keep working on it. Leonardo da Vinci spent 16 years on Mona Lisa. 16 years! That’s how masterpieces are created.

And to be a dick, you shouldn’t have let that one go, you should have spell checked first. (I edited it already). See? Listen to your gut and perfect it as long as you need.