Archive for July, 2011

The new Beyonce album and what it did to me

Posted in Uncategorized on July 28, 2011 by Anoush

Something freaking happened yesterday that made me so frustrated that it’s taken me 24 hours to find the words to how-you-say? verbalize it. Someone, who I like and care for, asked me if I wanted to listen to “the new Beyonce album.” And that’s when I said:

“NO! NO! Fucking-NO! How can I please stop this from happening! If “happening” has to be HERE, then I need to be **THERE.**”

But I didn’t say that. And I KNEW I’d have to deal with this in the most civilized way possible. Kinda like if you’re a non-smoker and all your friends are – like – WAYYYY into cigars and how your life is pretty much figuring out how to juggle fun and breathing at the same time? Whatever. Either way, I said “Sure.” And I said it with – I’m gonna say – a tad of exuberance because, you guys? I’m a person, too, and it’s my freaking responsibility to find a way to live in this world and understand the people in it and why they vountarily do the things they do. And maybe? It’ll be what saves me from my heavy, trying-to-improve-the-world/myself lifestyle and it kinda gets tiring on an hour-to-hour basis. So, I gave it a try.

fffffffuckinggoddamnbig mistake. And I’m listening to this song about this girl who finally leaves her boyfriend after attaining this new, giant, great-big sense of self, and realizes that he’s just a loser in *all* of this. And also that it “sucks to be you”/him right now.

Guh-fucking-round breaking, right?

C’mon, Beyonce. The world is yours – wouldn’t you wanna… pshhh, I dunno… broaden? Think of how many people (and singers) you’d influence by singing about something freaking-else. Could your next song please be about a spaceship? No! *Hamburgers!* No, wait, actually do the Spaceship idea. And not in a “getting-probed-by-aliens-just-’cause-it-kinda-sounds-sexy” way, EITHER. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it all the way – Different worlds; people with five eyes; *HECK!* I don’t know! — Cheese and what it’s like on other planets, whatever you WANT.

I may have overreacted a speck. And if you don’t like my idea, that’s totally fine, really – I won’t be offended. I mean, we’re just sharing, right? You know what? I’m glad this happened. At first, I was going to say – Well, gee, maybe I shouldn’t have listened in the first place? Maybe I should’ve said No. Hhhhhlook, whatever – analyzing it to death’s not gonna get me anywhere. Right? Yeah. Anyway. Fine. Good.

But all I know’s that I heard someone – *not* in middle school – say “Sucks to be you” and it freaked me the fuck out.


Escapism and Wisdom and Stuff

Posted in drawings with tags , on July 26, 2011 by Anoush

I had a very important talk with a very important person about Escapism and how it’s, kinda, always been my thing. Long story short/long, I was never the kind of kid who said – or complained – about being “Bored.” I’d know kids my age who’d whine about – I’m guessing – their lack of ideas on how to survive on their own and I’d think: QUICK! Get this kid some blank paper and some markers! Or? Give it (it, the kid) some string for it to weave into a bracelet, or small choker (depending on the length of the string.) Or? Get it a movie for it to memorize or a book on Paul Klee or the Soviet Union, or WHATEVER books you have lying around in your house.

I’ve managed to create ways to keep myself entertained for hours, years. Call it a childhood or whatever. On carrides, I’d ask to be excused from “here” because I’d have stuff I’d need to listen to and stuff I needed to imagine to go along with the songs on the radio. I’d call it, “Relaxing” because I decided that “Imagining” was too long of a word and wasn’t versatile enough to use in real-life conversations (in case anyone asked me why I was staring off into space.) And as dedicated I was to this little world I set up, I still needed lots of people to NOT think I was crazy. You know, Friends. Proof would be how I was never really insistent on how people should pronounce my name. I mean, unless they asked.

I dapple with real life every once in a while, but I dunno. All people do here is talk about their weekends, money, exercise, weightloss, how cute every single baby in the world is, and the words, “Awesome!” and “Amaaaaazing!” for things that’re only kinda alright. Frankly? Who cares about my weekend, really. And? All your lazy, mad-that-it’s-Monday talk makes me want to get a pen and draw a picture of a monster eating a human-head. Congratulations. Your personality’ll be wearing sweatpants ’til the day it dies. Wait, actually hold on. Lemme start over:

Thing is? I was never really good at Small Talk. I mostly excelled in No-Talk or *TALK-TALK,* and I’d spend my time avoiding everything in between by doodling and just observing people’s speaking patterns. But the thing about escapism, which I picked up on during this long conversation with this important person, is that it’s only *half*-wisdom. Real wisdom is being able to stay in the moment and make the best of whatever’s going on (which I always thought I *WAS* doing by making all those origami cranes and doodling in the margins of all those AP English packets.) Maybe I should say “Hey how ya doin!” once in a while and say “D’awwww!” whenever I see a picture of some random baby and *UNDERSTAND* why people watch the Superbowl for reasons other than the commercials. (Or… just say stuff.)

And I’ll totally keep you updated on what happens.

Real wisdom,

Your Rants

Posted in drawings with tags on July 22, 2011 by Anoush



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The word, “Boo”

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Posted in drawings, monsters on July 19, 2011 by Anoush

On Being an “Old Soul”

Posted in drawings with tags on July 16, 2011 by Anoush

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