Time

As time goes on, I've found I care less about what people think. I mean, I do still care, but not as much as I use to. I'm growing up and it's funny, because I really feel it sometimes. I'm beginning to realise that the world does not revolve around me, I'm beginning to realise that those past things don't matter because they've made me who I am. I can proudly stand here and say to you (or rather type to you), "I believe that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength."

Some days I struggle more, some days less, but I've found that the more I grow the less I struggle with trivial things that, in times past, seemed so much more important than they really were. I can say, with out a doubt, that I enjoy growing up, I'm glad I'm no longer a teenager, and I look forward to learning more and growing more.

Just thought I'd share that thought with the class... guess I haven't grown out of that yet. :P

Girl gamers

What if the stereotype is true?

Tools of the trade

Drawing:
Writing Tool: Digital (Desktop Tablet)
Non Digital Writing Tool: Sharpie

Photography:
Camera: SLR
Photo Editing Software: Easy Paint Tool Sai, Picnik

Fashion:
Type: Recon, prom, wedding,
Tool: Pencil and Paper

Northern Downpour (sends its love) - Panic at the Disco

If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Northern downpour sends its love

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely

The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at both feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me

Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'
Weathervanes my one and lonely
[x3]

Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

[Continues in background:]
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn
[x2]

Back Then

I miss the old days, I really do. I miss the days when girls were girls and boys were boys. The days when there was no such thing as an awkward silence or awkward sexual tension. The days when girls and boys thought that the opposite gender had cooties and it was more important to get the swings than it was to make eyes at the opposite sex. I miss the days when we could all run around shirtless and the words boobies were associated with the goofy blue footed birds. I miss the days when we played outside and climbed on the roofs of garages and pretended our three wheelers were cars. I miss the days when fire hydrants were really secret computers that only kids could see. I miss the days of beating imaginary friends at checkers and soccer and racing games. I miss chasing after the ice cream man so I could get a ninja turtle ice cream pop and eat the gumball eyes.

Those were the good days, man. Those were the times when the most difficult choice was where we should place those toys and our biggest issue was with mum yelling at us for dragging mud into the house after being a "baker" all day. That was fun.

Photography

So, I'm going to be doing semi-pro photos when I get my dslr. :D So if you're interested please email me at: Nicky@photographer.net . Thanks. :D

Rule #5: The Friend Zone

Here's how to deal with the "Friend Zone."
You can take it one of two ways; you can take it like a man (or woman) and accept it and be content to be friends or you can yell and scream and pout like a 3 year old. I prefer the former to the latter.

See, the friend zone isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be. Friends has benefits (and, again, I don't mean the sexual kind, though I suppose that depends on the girl). For example, Break ups suck; I know this, you know this, the whole friggen world knows this. Nobody likes to be broken up with or break it off with someone, it's just not fun. When you are only friends you can have a solid relationship of sorts with out the messy issues if one of you (or both of you) feels like things just aren't chemical. It also means that if they didn't feel chemical or even emotional at the beginning you have that wonderful chance to still enjoy that person's company without anything awkward.

Now it's true, some times things get awkward, but let me be blunt; generally things get awkward because ONE of you makes a Big deal about the just friends thing. You know it's true. Friends with the opposite sex is something you either
A) deal with and let it go
or
B) walk away from it and make friends with the same sex if you can't take the friend zone.

There's no point in wallowing in your misery (trust me, been there, done that, roll the credits), because no one else cares, not even your friend. Yeah, they'll feel a little bad, but if anything you're going to scare them off. So as Tallahassee would say "It's time to nut up or shut up." Go do what's neccessary and continue on with your life; there's no point in crying over things you can't change.

(This image is not owned by me. Thanks.)