Bye Bye, "Beard"

I know that was short-lived, but I feel a lot better now...

And So It Begins

So I've begun the process of growing a beard. It seems weird to me that I'm actually old enough to do this and have it maybe look good. It's something I've always wanted to do though, as weird as that might seem. I think every guy has to try facial hair at least once in their lifetime. It's kind of like a mark of passage into adulthood. I remember as a child I looked at guys with facial hair and I was always very intrigued by it. So I figure now is as good a time as ever, especially at art school where people couldn't care less (and where at least a quarter of the male population has beards anyway), to try it.







I trimmed the neck area for the first time tonight. I know some of you might think that that is an overshare, but personally I feel like that is important to note because it means I've committed to growing it. It's like saying "I've started something that I must finish." At least, that's how it feels. I just hope my cheeks grow in soon.

List of Demands

1. Fall in love.
2. Take over the world.
3. Change the world.
4. Disprove the nonbelievers.
5. Bring back real [good] music.
6. Get superpowers.
7. Use said superpowers for good, not evil.
8. Get to Mars.
9. Have a dance party on Mars.
10. Thank Bob Ross.

True Love Lives Forever

You are the Wonder Woman to my Iron Man.

Sharing The Love

An awesome girl named Nikki wrote this awesome poem that I am about to share about to share with you all:

"Good Morning, I'll Say"

"sometimes i worry about running out of things to say.
sort of the same way environmentalists worry about running out of natural resources.
i understand that the failure of words and the demise of the planet
are completely different topics, but if you remember back to grade ten english class,
you'd recall that the teacher said that "Comparisons are made between two very different things, et cetera, et cetera".
so there, i'm within the realm of reason (more or less).
anyway, every night before i go to sleep, i try to write down a few words,
maybe a sentence (if i should be so lucky),
because i'm terrified that in my sleep,
every word that i know will dissipate,
and in the morning,
words will have finally failed me
and i will be incapable of saying Good Morning to your mossy green eyes."

She is a wonderful human being.

Write Love

Can't you see the stars in her eyes?
They shine so brightly.
Your thoughts and words are miracles.
They could make the ocean swell up
and spill over the shore.
The sand on the beach is calm.
Your eyes twinkle in the moonlight.
I trace the marks on your arms;
a memory of seasons past.
The moon is staring down at us.
It reminds us that everyone is loved.
The sky is fading into light blue
and as the sun comes up,
I think to myself,
I don't want to see you burn out.

Everyone should check out this website: To Write Love On Her Arms. They do amazing things.