I have decided to make a blog so that I can enter giveaways, but mostly so I can rant and rave without the usual eye-rolls that I am normally subjected to from my friends and family.
Reason enough? I believe so.
So lets get this show on the road:
My rant today comes from my watercolor class that I am taking at my University (its Christian and private, that should tell you enough).
Paul Cezanne's Le Mont Sainte-Victoire, as if.
My problem is not with watercolor itself, it comes from the condescending no-nothings that are in the class with me. I appreciate anyones opinion, as long as they appreciate mine, but not in this case.
In all art classes, we have a critique after each project is finished.
-Sidenote, I HATE critiques because they seem pointless; just a lot of people telling me things to do with my art, that I will NOT do, because I did my piece the way I wanted it to be done, so what YOU "would have done," means nothing to me.
All my other art classes have been fine, and most of the time, critiques do not make me feel this pissed off, but this class does, and I'll tell you why: Everything is Negative. There is a girl in the class that is the best artist I know, and people still got something to say about her work! She is phenomenal, and yet someone STILL has to nit-pick about some stupid crap that no one will care about because the piece is PHENOMENAL. People do this because our Prof is an artist by trade, so they are trying to impress him, rather than help the other people in the class.
I was so frustrated after class was over, I called my mom and was half-crying (Don't judge me).
My Rave for today is a two-parter. Part one comes from my very own Manchester United!
They had UEFA Champions League today against Romanian team Otelul Galati (I don't know who they are either). I can home from class, had a good rant, then turned on the boob-tube and watched this game. And let me tell you, I stopped crying almost instantly, you know why? Because Manchester United is the Greatest Football Team EVER! Anyways, the game just ended and they won 2-0, granted the second goal is probably an OG (Own Goal) against the other team, but we'll take it! Glory! Glory! Man United!
Part Two of My Rave comes from my own flesh and blood: My brother Brandon!
"...And Gomorrah, named after an even weirder move"
He got a new job today that will start him at $22/hr. Not too freakin' shabby!
So there it is. The first time is the worst. Relax and Love Football!
