Thank you, Amanda.

So. I am, like, always on facebook because I have no life and my boyfriend is 21 whereas I am not so I cannot participate in the same activities. Sorry...I'm rambling, BUT a friend of mine, Amanda K. from AAArt sent me this link: THE LINK about friends and losing them to jealousy, which I totally understand.

But, can I be honest for a moment? I'm not jealous of anyone at my school. Not that I think I'm the best because I sure as hell am NOT, but....like I said in my other blog, "There will always be someone better than you." So, why should I worry about everyone else? I don't even put myself in my friends' categories of art. My friend Ryan T. is so gifted with colored pencil; he makes drawings look like photographs. And Matt K. is so stylized and clever with his creatures, that, even though we both draw the same things, we draw them so differently. I can't even compare myself to them.

So, I guess though I may still have to worry about losing friends to jealousy, my friends don't need to worry about losing me. And, I guess that's all I have to say.


If you didn't click the link before, click here:
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/27gKUY/luannudell.wordpress.com/2007/09/01/mean-people-suck-2a-professional-jealousy-part-deux/

I Am Now a Man

So I've been thinking...

I dislike female artists. I do not know why, I am just prejudiced so I think from now on I will take on a male identity for my art.

By naming myself S.G.DeCarlo instead of using Samantha DeCarlo-or even just using G.DeCarlo- I will no longer have a "sex" to my art. I would much prefer to stay anonymous, or androgynous, when people see my work.

Drawing Hurts Sometimes

Ugh.

My neck hurts so bad. My fingers cannot physically move a pen anymore. I need something cracked.

I suppose everything I do is worth it in the end. I began drawing a new piece for a commission that I, at first, had some major issues with but worked out in the end (or almost end I should say).

If you are at all interested in seeing it, here's the link: http://www.samanthadecarlo.blogspot.com/

So Glad to be the Only One

I think this is what it would be like to have a sibling. As an only child, I never need to share my things, worry about someone using my art supplies, make up, or clothes. Since the beginning of time (when my life began, or at least that's how it feels to me) I have been the center of my parent's world, and that's how I want to keep it.

However, I can see some benefits to having a sibling...

1. I could steal her clothes (given I had an older sister) and hide mine from her (seems fair)
2. If I had an older brother, maybe I'd get to know some cute older guys! (Which, I suppose, would have only benefitted me before I met my current boyfriend)
3. If I had a younger sibling, I could boss him and all his little friends around and make them do my chores for little pay (or nothing more than a promise for Oreos)! I could have a mini-sweat shop right out of my bedroom....
4. I could use the little one as a scapegoat for all the times I got in trouble for demolishing the family room, or leaving empty dishes haphazardly around the house
5. I can't think of any benefits....

See? I wasn't meant to have a sibling. And don't pity me for never knowing the sisterly love that  gajillions of other people have learned to love and cherish. My life is great. My life is how I am meant to live it.

Get Out of My Way Before I Beat You with My Aluminum Baseball Bat (it's in the trunk)

People who drive as though no one else has anywhere important to be so they can just chug along at 18 mph in a 25 should be dragged out by their hair and beaten senselessly. Preferably with a bat or police baton. 

Of course I don't mean this, I just wish some drivers would consider that OTHER drivers may have somewhere important to be and cannot waste their day driving behind a complete and utter moron in a faded blue, dented, mother-effing sedan that my SUV would pummel if it got the chance (legally).

My favorite part about driving behind these people, though, is when I get to lay on that horn. Oh, baby! Does that thing sing. I will honk my horn all day long until I pass that car. People who don't drive immediately when a light changes green, WATCH OUT! I'll be the biotch behind you honking the chorus to "Drive" by Nick Jonas. That should f*ck with you a bit.

So, next time you or a friend decides to get behind the wheel of a car, and you plan on "Driving Slow" like Kanye's homies, think about having me behind you, riding your ass and drowning out your music with a little song of my own, featuring the horn.

Would You Rather? (Part 2)

Would you rather go without sex for a year or gain 10 pounds?

A friend, Natalie C, posed this question to me just this evening. I asked my parents, and they seemed to think that most people would chose to gain the 10 pounds. I agreed. I think the question would be more difficult to answer if the 10 pounds were replaced with 30 pounds. Then I'd have to think about it.

And I don't know what I would do. I would probably choose to be abstinent for a year. What if I gained so much weight (assuming more than 30 pounds) and I couldn't work it off? Then I'd think no one would want to have sex with me. Not to say my boyfriend is shallow, but an extra 30+ pounds on my barely 5'1'' figure would be incredibly dramatic; I'd be a little rolly-polly (depending on where the weight goes, which is usually to my thighs, lower waist, and face). And I can guarantee it's much easier to gain weight once you've started stacking it on than it is to lose it.

However, sex has been proven to be so emotionally and physically healthy for the body, that I would worry what would happen to someone who suddenly stopped for a year, or years. I know a lot of people go for years without an intimate relationship; it's obviously not a surprise. But, that must have some negative effect on the body and mind, right?

BUT, I would believe sudden and mass weight gain would be more detrimental to my body and health (physical, mental, spiritual) than being abstinent.

So, Natalie, I think that's my answer. Abstain from sex!

Weekly Confession (Part 4)

I feel bad for people who don't have the relationship that I have with my parents.

It's true. 

I can HONESTLY say that I would much rather hang out with my parents than go out drinking and partying. (Not that I drink or party much anyway...) But, most of my favorite memories are with my parents, not drunken "friends,"(who never bother to call me anyway and will most likely never read this,  because they really aren't good friends to begin with).

I'm not bitter. I love the close friends I have, like, Sarah P, Carra B, Eric L, and my little Katie W. I have a wonderful boyfriend, Patrick S, and his friends are great too. I just feel more blessed to have two awesome parents who want me around and talk to me like an equal- not a troubled child who always messes up, or an immature "young adult" who shouldn't be trusted to make her own decisions.

So, I am happy and secure enough, I think, to say that I really don't need that "acceptance" from the in-crowd to feel alive, or to get texts telling me where "the party's at." I am just fine chillin' with my folks, watching a movie, or talking about stuff- cool stuff- that other people probably never get to talk about with their parents.