i'm back!

sorry for the lack of comments/replies/submissions...
it seems my psychology classes are consuming what little free time i have... thus making it hard to do much of anything.

L-A-M-E.

but here i am...

ps. this is especially directed at a certain matt.

soooo...
i had my first computer class... EVER (minus frosh year in hs when i learned the basics of the internet for a half hour ever 2 weeks...)
and we were told that this semester
we'd be focusing on

adobe illustrator.

eeep!!!

let's keep in mind
i've never really taken the time to learn photoshop...
so i'm extremely intimidated.

i ended up confessing to my prof. that i have extreme computer anxiety and feared for my grade.

gym class heroes - taxi driver

I took cutie for a ride in my death cab ,
she tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab.
Before she left, she made a dashboard confessional
and spilled her guts in cursive. But what's worse is
I can still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate.
Oh my, and the funny way the ceiling tastes.
So high but no chance, my little chemical romance
left a bad taste in my mouth.
But I approached her like, 'Hey Mercedes , why the long face why you cryin?'
No need, just put on this coheed and fall out...
boy meets girl, jimmy eat world, but schlep eats pills 'til he's all out.
Not once, not twice, she was thrice times a lady,
acting all brand new but I had to bounce over to the postal services
to pick up these pills to take care of my nervousness.
And on the way I saw planes and mistook 'em for stars,
she played games but she took 'em too far.
At the drive in watching soft porn and you could tell by the trail of the dead that there was something in the popcorn.
Hopped in my cab destination midtown just to get up with some kids that like to get down.
I made my rounds and that was that,
in between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks.
And I remember, I seen her ass in early november
on a thursday, taking back sunday for a refund.
She shot a wink like 'No hard feelings'
then she jetted to Brazil. Man them pills had me spun.

let me know if i forgot any! <3

it's true. i love mel brooks.

as i watch robin hood: men in tights, i'm reminded who i really am. i have no clue why... but i was.

i'm a bubbly little blonde who loves to laugh until i cry, slides down hills after it pours outside, writes poetry that no one will ever see, watches old 80s cartoons (thank you mom for taping those!) on a sat. morning in my pjs, takes walks with her daddy and has amazing conversations with him, adores cho. milk, loves to sit and listen to my friends play whatever instrument they play best, blushes when people compliment me, is a proud little mom with all of my "boys", ends up being everyone's little sister, enjoys cleaning, constantly hugs people, spends time doing nothing at all with friends, sings at the top of my lungs at poppunk concerts, takes road trips to unknown destinations, goes to support her friends at shows, not only love my friends but admire all of them on one level or another, could care less about what so and so said about me, takes beautiful pictures of beautiful people, loves to be spontaneous, is a coffee addict, feels a concert was only good if i walk away completely drenched in sweat and voiceless, tends to be perky in the mornings, maintain my morals, doesn't do drugs or have sex, plays frisby every chance i get, paint my roommate with bingo paint, cries at movies, lives in hoodies, tshirts, cargo khakies and new balance shoes, adores waking up early in the summer just to feel the cool breeze outside, sleeps with my window open, loves to run, never used to worry about if i do or don't ____ ___, and hates to be brought down by another person's negativity. i love life. i embrace it. and honestly, it really hurts me when i'm around others who can't seem to focus on anything but pessimistic thoughts. if you're that way, fine.

but that's who i am.

hello fellow deviants!

in an attempt to catch up on all the comments and such i've been neglecting to answer due to the ridiculous amount of work expected of me at the end fo the semester, i've come to notice how kind, respectful and encouraging you all are (minus those spammers... *shakes fist*). anyway, i'd just like to thank you all for your continuous attempts to help me improve at something i hold so close to my heart, photography/art in general. knowing i'll most likely never meet the majority of you, i still want you to know i care about you and do appreciate you as both amazing, inspirational artists and people. thank you.

i'd also like to apologize for not posting more deviations. as mentioned before... i've recently finished my 5th semester at college and was increadibly overwhelmed at the end. and as of now... i'm currently at home without the use of my photos which are inconviniently tucked away at school. please be patient. more will come soon.

thank you so much!

iloveyouall.

- tarah