Today... or rather last night, I was able to achieve minimal sleeping time by downing not one, not two, but twelve cups of hot, sweet java. The down side? Extreme caffeine withdrawl... and thanks to it, I've been quite irritable.

Hmm... I guess you can say that I'm turning to drugs for artistic inspiration. Lately, I've been only able to draw something new or different while under the cocoa-induced hazed one gets after the third cup. Sure, you can't really pair that up to the "inspirational" use of absynthe during the mid to late 1900's. Still, it's a bit unnerving that I can't naturally think of original ideas. And believe me, I've tried to make something different while off my caffiene, not good.

In Health class, we're studying stress and methods of reducing it. To see how our body temperature changes with our moods, I'm wearing a Biodot which changes colors when my body temperature changes slightly. As of now, I'm as relaxed as can be, but I was quite stressed earlier today while working on a test. Tests are always stressful, but I never thought they would be that stressful... eh.

Saw the Madonna video. As a major fan of all of her work, I'm obligated to like that particular video. Well, I don't... I absolutely love it! It's interesting to see how, in our society's youth-orientated music industry, Madonna can still look almost younger than Brittany Spears (with the help of her hubby/director anyway). Still, I don't see why the censures are so uptight about the "violence." First off, there is hardly any violence to the calibre which movies have taken them. With the absence of blood in the video, everything didn't seem quite so real. Then again, if blood was introduced into this video, it'd end up looking like Crash. This leaves one speculating whether this whole "one-time viewing" video is really a publicity stunt coordinated by Madonna for more recognition for her new album. Regardless, this video pushes the age-old story of girl rebellion to new lows, and I absolutely love it!

Sexually frustrated? If you are, join me and tim. When my style of drawing shifted from sensuality to down-right erotica about a year ago, Tony pointed out that it was just my sexual frustration seeping through. Well, now looking back at my old sketchbooks (and reading tim's post) I see what she ment. Funny thing is, I think I'm more aware of my frustrations now than I was back then, yet lately my artwork has returned to a more sophisticated sensual style. Eh, being a human contradiction can suck sometimes.

In ceramics, my puzzle mug finally got out of the kiln, and I proceeded to take several shots of it with my camera. Why was I carrying a camera? My sister needed it to take some photos for our up and coming Las Vegas in a Deck project in art. Naturally, she decided that we could just take those photos during the weekend, and then she proceeded to yell at me for using up half the film which she told me to waste in the first place... She's far too picky, if you ask me.

... Hmm... getting an idea for a sexual-frustration webring. On second thought, naw.