Remember.Remember.More Like This
I miss the days when I would wake up
But I didn't have to get out of bed until noon.
I would ride my scooter around the neighborhood,
And play under the big tree in the yard.
Do you remember when I would play dress up?
I would stuff my clothes with socks,
And walk around in mom's high heels.
And we would laugh for hours because we didn't care.
Do you remember when we'd eat breakfast together?
I would eat pancakes and eggs with orange juice,
And you watched while sipping coffee and reading the news.
And I'd smile at you for no reason.
Do you remember when I fell off the swing?
My face was covered in dirt and tears.
Everyone was laughing while you held me in your arms,
Said everything was going to be alright.
Do you remember when I fell and cut my ear on the table?
You rushed me to the hospital,
Then you held my hand as they put the stitches on.
Whispering, "It's okay, sweetheart."
Do you remember when you walked me to school?
For the very last time, in Kindergarten.
And when I
Constructive Criticism is an Ouch!Yeah, today I decided to show an art teacher my DRAMAtical Fall piece .......... I didn't expect their first response to be:More Like This
"You should try different things. That's all you like to draw so that's all people will see you as."
......................'scuse me? O_O
I mean I know that constructive criticism is supposed to be good and all but that teacher must of forgotten all of the several different types of projects I've done for them, I can even list a few:
Charcoal still life
Color wheel personifications
Rainbow road scratch board
Oil and chalk pastel landscapes and portraits
Seriously, the only the I haven't tried is 3-D art. Actually no I have made a 3-D character once so heheh... X3 But what I'm getting is that something's criticized by others can end up being very sensitive topics TO criticize especially when that person says pretty much the same negative things to that same kind of topic when it
kinda rantI fucking hate motorcyclesMore Like This
We got one for my dad when he returned from he last tour over to Afgan
the first huge trip my parents take, they get into an accident
the bike is totaled and I don't know how my parents are doing because my mom just called me for a minute to tell me what happened and she was crying and she was short of breathe and I'm fucking scared and worried and pissed
BUT WHY CAN"T NON_BIKE RIDERS UNDERSTAND THAT MOTORCYCLES ARE A VEHICLE TOO
More heavy accidents like this are caused by fucking assholes on the road who could give two fucking shits about bikers, like if they have any right on the road
FUCKING REMINDER LIFE IS FRAGILE AND DON"T TAKE IT LIGHTLY WHEN PEOPLE TELL YOU TO sTAY SAFE ON THE ROAD AND IN GENERAL