Thursday, September 30, 2010

62 Greatest Artists of All Time???

Watched 100 Greatest Artists of All Time on VH1. It lasted so long. All those freakin commercials. It took hours and I only was able to write down 62 of the 100 artists. Sorry about that. I wish I could have gotten all artists but I've only gotten 62. I watched for hours just so I could write all the artists down. So here they are... [Note: Sorry for any misspellings. If there are any, inform me by leaving a comment.]

They were chosen by hundreds of artists, musicians, and music experts themselves.

1. The Beatles
2. Michael Jackson
3. Led Zeppelin
4. The Rolling Stones
5. Bob Dylan
6. Jimmy Hendrix
7. Prince
8. Elvis Presley
9. James Brown
10. Stevie Wonder
11. Bob Marley
12. David Bowie
13. The Who
14. Nirvana
15. The Beach Boys
16. Madonna
17. Queen
18. Pink Floyd
19. U2
20. Marvin Gaye
21. Bruce Springsteen
22. The Clash
23. ACDC
24. The Velvet Underground
25. Chuck Berry
26. Neil Young
27. Aretha Franklin
28. Elton John
29. Radiohead
30. Aerosmith
31. John Lenon
32. Black Sabbath
33. Guns N Roses
34. Tina Turner
35. Johnny Cash
36. Paul McCartney
37. Fleetwood Mac
38. Sly and The Family Stone
39. The Kinks
40. The Police
41. Van Halen
42. Metallica
43. Ray Charles
44. Joni Mitchell
45. The Ramones
46. Al Green
47. Jay-Z
48. Rage Against the Machines
49. Parliament - Funkadelic
50. Sade
51. Billy Joel
52. Beyonce'
53. Little Richard
54. Public Enemy
55. Peter Gabriel
56. KISS
57. Iggy & The Stooges
58. Cheap Trick
59. Tom Petty & The Heart Breakers
60. Whitney Houston
61. Cream
62. Genesis

Quiet Holds Anger

Something popped in to my head about people. You have the people who are loud, not afraid to express themselves while at the same time you have those that are the quiet ones. Those who sit in the corner watching what happens instead of being in the middle of it all. Do the quiet ones really have more anger than those who are outgoing? I understand how it depends on the person. Since you also have those who are outgoing who hide much about themselves.

It was just a question that popped in to my mind considering my family, when ever I go over to a relatives house for BBQ or dinner, they call me the quiet one. Last time I was there, they claimed the quiet ones are possibly the most devious ones. Or the ones who get in the most trouble? I'm not really sure if it's true. I'm quiet and I barely get in trouble, though I sometimes wish I had because I look back on what my life's been like so far. It honestly seems boring. Not all but quite a bit. I just feel like I was too much of a goody two shoes that my life just seems boring. Although I wasn't always good since I complained....A LOT when I was a kid. Especially about what I ate. Kids and their pickyness with food.

Anyways, I wonder what my family would think if I did break out. What would they think if one day I was just not having a good day and I snapped. What if?
It's kind of like my question for the time being until the next pops in my head.

Oh well, just have to wait and see.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Hands On Games W/ Skelly

Just and idea I've had in my head for a while. Sorry it's not all that detailed and just a simple sketch. I hope to do a better more detailed picture sometime in the future on it. C:

More hand drawings. This time I used my own hand. And even a drawing of my DS. Which happens to be red and black. I'm currently playing Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days. Awesome game. Though I'm currently stumped with a part of the game I can't get past. But I shall eventually.

Anyways, also in this drawing is a skeleton. Was doing some skeleton drawing just to get the idea of what is inside of us. Maybe it shall help me with proportions? Probably not.

Huggle and Hands

A batch of hands. Thought I might do some hand drawings.
Reference taken from Deviantart.

Just a doodle. Sorry, not much to say about this drawing. :/

Monday, September 27, 2010

Dear Internet,

I really have the urge to write lately, but I just honestly don't know what to write about. Where to write it. Yeah, I have plenty of journals I could write in around my house. One in particular, that's sitting next to my computer on my small desk I'm here at. When I open it and flip through the pages though, my mind gets blank. I WANT to write something, but I just don't know WHAT to write about. My feelings? What are my feelings? My thoughts? What are my thoughts?

What SHOULD I write? I look down at the pages of that journal and my mind just goes blank. It's like I don't want to soil the white clean pages with my dirty words.

What should I do?


Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Future.

[Picture taken by Me]

Everyone thinks about the future. Every day of their life. Going over the facts of life, what they've learned so far from school, life experiences, etc. We think so much about the future that it slowly consumes us.

The future. What people constantly go on about. Technology for instance. Something man has been thinking about since the beginning of time. We think and think, racking our brains every day to come up with new ideas to get us beyond what we know as of now. Many years ago if you mentioned something about a cellphone or colored TV, people would look at you weird. But now a days, everyone has at least two in almost every house hold. People of today think that flying cars will exist in the future, but no one can really be sure. It's just what our minds are able to figure out. Someone might come along with the idea to actually produce something as absurd as flying cars. The world holds many mysteries. Anyways, I'm straying from the point. No one knows what the future will be like and neither do I. I question it every day to the point in consumes my thinking process and constantly get no where. The farthest I've gotten is the time I spent thinking how far I'll get in the first place.
When I was a young child, probably around eight years old, I was in elementary school. Yes, I was a little elementary school girl with hardly any worries at all. Back then my imagination was full and also about the same time I started drawing. Of course they were atrocious drawings, but still, something my imagination produced. Though I had a good childhood, there were always dark questions plaguing my mind. Mainly at that time, the big question of "When will I die?" Now, I'm not sure but I haven't met many eight year contemplating so early in life when they are going to die, especially when they have only been on the earth and alive for that short amount of years. Especially compared to elderly folks nowadays living up to be almost 100 years old.

Lately, though I'm almost 19 years old, and I've been on this earth alive just as long, I'm thinking about my future. Where I'm going to end up? How long will I live? Will I have many hardships? More and more. The reason I'm really writing this is, well, there isn't really one, or well there is. I wanted to get it out of my brain but as well I want to tell myself in these typed text on a screen that I need to forget about the future. I need to stop stressing over it anyways, and just start moving forwards. Stop standing still, staring at the sky. Time will continue to move forward whether you like it or not.

Please, live life....