Sunday, 22 February 2009

You Were Just Some Silly Girl

I made a Harley Quinn hat. I fear for my future sanity.

Pictures to follow I imagine, just got to tidy it up a little. It's still somewhat rough around the edges.

This weekend, I dedicated to research for my comic book project. By research, I mean I watched The Dark Knight, Several episodes of Batman: The Animated Series, Batman Beyond: Return of The Joker, and re read Arkham Asylum, a book that will never ever get old or dull.

But, I also defended Colin. Silly people who don't like him, you're clearly insane ^_^

Tuesday, 17 February 2009

Watching It Slip Away

Okay. I've taken photos that don't relate to either Straight Lines or Pinholes, and it was actually rather lovely. Of course, they were all on film, So I can't actually show them off. Darn.

Also, I fail at blogging. There's just not enough interesting buggery going on in my skull. I could write a story. But I think stories that aren't going to be read are dull.

It's awfully cliched to be miserable about nothing. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it's even cliched. It's just pathetic. I need to break out of this funk, and the sooner the better. It's getting silly. I'd like to get through a day where I don't want to burst into tears at some point.

I don't feel terribly complete. I can't explain what I mean. I feel like I'm fragments of a person, but I can't stick together. Like there's something missing and so I keep falling apart. What's missing I have no idea. Maybe I should go to the doctors and get some of his fancy meds. I know I like to think I'm above them, and that if I'm feeling down, there's a valid reason for it and I need to work through it. But I just don't know what's getting to me.

Keep focused Katie. Let's redirect this angst into productiveness. Maybe we could start with tidying the bedroom eh?

Sunday, 8 February 2009

He's Got Two Left Feet And He Sings The Blues.

So, I'm reading the Watchmen. Yes, I should have read it years ago, I fail, I get it.

Prehaps I'm being over sensitive because it's my name, but I have no idea what 'Katies' are. I mean, is it some slang I could never dream of being cool enough to know? Or is it explained later in the book?

It's weirdly exciting to see your name in print, even if it has nothing to do with you. I can't be the only person who thinks that.

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Leaning Against The Bathroom Wall In Your Lonely Dress

I spent 7 hours on the train today.

The white fields were exciting for half an hour. But they seemed repetative after that. It was pretty though. Lovely snow.

The Watchmen is interesting. I figure I should read it so my hopes can be dashed by the upcoming movie. That, and I'll just look so much cooler if I've read the book. I'm only about a quarter through it so far. I worry that I don't have the mind for comic books. I get confused by them much to often. Dark Knight Returns is a good example of this - It just seems very 'jumpy', the points don't flow. Maybe I have a lazy brain. Comic books are meant for geeks after all. Everyone knows they have magic minds.

My escalating obsession with Mr. Meloy continues. I question my mentality sometimes. 20 year olds should know they can't be friends with their idols. That's why their idols are idols. Idols are something that should be unobtainable - something to look up to when you're way down here.

But Colin.. I'm almost positive I could kidnap him.

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Cut 'Em Up Girls

I find it incredibly frustrating that I have nothing to say.

And yet, there's so many thoughts bombarding my brain.

Well.. 7 +/- 2.

Sunday, 1 February 2009

No More A Rake And No More A Bachelor.

I don't like my pictures from my last project. So I won't dampen your days with them. Most of them are too blurry and fuzzy to make out anyway. Unless you want some thrilling straight lines? Nopes? Wasn't sure you would.

I have my tattoo on the horizon. That's exciting to me. Soon, my Triforce shall be complete, and I will be the geekiest person I know. And I am a wonderful person to know. Thrilling. I promise you.

On to more pressing issues. Colin Meloy - I will kidnap you and keep you in my walk in wardrobe until you write a song for me. Then you'll be free to go. In fact, it doesn't even have to be about me. Just mention my name and I'll sleep soundly for the rest of my life.

I think I'm going to have to use my much hyped birthday present to go and see them in America. The thought gives me genuine joy.

And on a completely shallower note, I want new glasses, and a new hair cut. Something drastic has to happen. And it has to happen soon. I'm so completely bored of being myself right now.

Maybe a couple of pictures. To go unappreciated. You know, you big anonymous internet, you're most unhelpful in my quest for pretentiousness you know. How am I supposed to be a misunderstood artist if you fail to pay me any attention?

That last sentence was all the pretentiousness I can muster for today. I am so completely drained. It's nice to feel numb though. It's much more peaceful than being stressed out, hectic and miserable.


I am a super poser. Don't let me convince you otherwise, it's faux modesty.


Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat Ankle.