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shiza

About Me

I love to create. The process of creating I believe is much more enjoyable then the final product. It's kinda like making a bong. You spend all this time making the bong, then in tha end it doesn't smoke the way you planned. Both these statements are a result of my self criticism. Which in the long run is hindering self advancement. But it could also be assisting. If you always think something could be better, then your always pushing your self. Either way, it kinda sucks. I'm very spontaneous and that is also hindering sometimes. I really love to listen to good music and imagine a dramatic scene to match it. I suffer from night terrors, which untill a short while ago, i hadnt had in about two years. Going to sleep is kinda scarry again. which is kinda cool in a way. If you dont know what a night terror is, picture the scarriest dream you've ever had, or better yet, the scarriest moment in that dream. Usually people wake up at that moment. I dont. I get stuck there for like 20 or more minutes. And in the real world, it's about as scarry for bystanders as it is for me in the dream. My dreams are always Intriguing regardless the extent of fear involved. I get really bored sometimes and just sit around thinking about what i wanna do. That really sucks. Like right now, I have nothing better to do than update this pathetic way of thinking someone gives a flying fuck about me. I really love the woods, and when i'm in them, i feel invincible. Especially if i have my sword. Ninjas are the shit, and half way popped popcorn is the texture king. I thoroughly enjoy testing my jumping and climbing ability. Thus the ninja comment.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone pleasant, and mean people too, cause mean people suck, and i love to remind myself how much i dont suck.

My Blog

FUCK TIMES GODAMN TEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck................

I hate my habits, i hate my limits. I hate my talent, i hate my twitching eye. I hate school , and i hate what it has done to me. I hate C's       kl;ashdfkl;ihasdfhasdkl...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 16:54:00 GMT

Highway aerobics

Okay, so my best bud in tha hold daimn unipoop came up to kennesaw on friday, we basically smoked some pot and drank some beer. Quite boring and quite normal. The next day we took off for some camping...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Sep 2005 05:46:00 GMT

read this b-4 Artist?

We are all a product of our perceptions of the world, nothing is completely original, artist long to be excepted, but then whom are the artist creating for. And are they're perception's of what t...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Aug 2005 10:48:00 GMT

Artist?

I've been stripped of the only exciting class this semester. When I entered the fantasy art class, I could tell everyone there was much more experienced, but I thought what tha hell, I'll prolly get b...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Aug 2005 10:39:00 GMT

why

I am empty. Something is holding me back. It lurks in the shadows and haunts me in my dreams. That tingeling sensation on the back of my neck no longer represents something good, but rather somet...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Aug 2005 19:02:00 GMT

sweet new place

I just got settled into my new place, and it's fucking awesome. I'm now awaiting an art table. If anyone knows where I can find a cheap large table, please let me know. If your reading this blog, then...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Aug 2005 12:27:00 GMT

odd things

I just pulled a muscle trying not to sneeze on an art project, how fucked up is that?
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jul 2005 15:59:00 GMT

A Great Time

Wow The past few weeks have been quite empty. Thus leaving me anxious to simply do.... "Sumthing". Not only was I anxious to get out, but i needed to be in the art world. I've been quite affecte...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jun 2005 12:01:00 GMT

Street Surfing

My world has turned into a world of joy at last. I recently purchased some bad ass long board wheels, and everything is grand. Precision turning and a smooth ride, what else can equate to this......
Posted by on Mon, 13 Jun 2005 17:58:00 GMT

im scurred

stress creeps in day by day, slowly eroding the innocence away, will i finish my plate, or play with my food. Shit..........................
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jun 2005 16:43:00 GMT