RDJ Ramblings

So. After seeing Iron Man (which I've now seen twice, with all intention to see it again.) I have developed somewhat of a unhealthy obsession with Robert Downey Jr. Of course, I am not alone, as I have dragged my best friend into the RDJ lover pit as well, which makes the situation a bit less insane. So, between me and my video hunting and her icon and picture hunting... It has simply gotten out of hand. So, I thought I'd spread the insanity- if for no other reason than to be able to quickly come back and look at pictures. So here's a few- (Oh, and props to Lidi for the fantastic icons)










Before the incredulous, 'Good God, woman' statements start- He's a gorgeous, immensely talented actor, and I want to steal his glasses (among other things)- that is all. He's also 5'9" so poo.


And OH GOOD GOD. Samuel L Jackson is Nick Fury! *snicker wheeze* Can I even communicate how damned excited I am about 'the Avenger initiative'? Not without squeals reminiscent of a porpoise, no.

Ciera's photoshoot and ex boyfriend shit

I recently went to take pictures for a good friend of mine, Ciera. She's working on a sure-to-be-amazing cd, and she needed portraits done for it, and I'm sure she's chomping at the bit to see what I've done so far, so I figured I'd post the pics I've had time to work on so far for her. Here you go Ci-ci!







On a completely unrelated note, the God Damned FSA has resurfaced AGAIN after I half-accidentally blew him off at the bar the other night. It's interesting because I was talking to Ciera about it earlier that day. The MOMENT I blew him off I KNEW I was going to come home to find another damned 'Why do you hate me' message floating in my mailbox, though this one turned out to be a bit more long winded than the last one. It's typical, you know? His mother treats him like hes the son of fucking God and now he doesn't know how to take no for an answer. He keeps saying how much he loved/still loves me, and I'm wondering when he's going to wake up and realize that its just a damned infatuation. We dated for 5 months. Love just doesn't happen in 5 months. It's just sad that my infatuation with him wore off way before his did with me. I just want him to stop, and to leave me alone. It might be a different story if he had acted differently after we broke up, but he didn't, so we are where we are, and where I am is in a corner dealing with a whiny, clingy, child of an ex boyfriend who needs to get the hell out of dodge and wake up. A part of me actually cares that he'll read this and be hurt, because we had good times when we dated, but another part hopes that he'll read it. That way, either I'll open his eyes or he'll think I'm a huge bitch. Either way, he might leave me the fuck alone. Christ. Even Coleman left me alone. What the hell, dude?

Until later.

T

I'm Alive!!

At last! Another semester complete! This one seemed to drag on for quite a while, but I am pleased to say that I have quite a bit of a back-supply of art to upload and share with you faithful (if somewhat non-existent...) watchers. The first group is a couple from a trip to the battlefields when family came for a visit. Not much, but I have another large group to put up too!