lolnazis

TODAY IS HUGE WHINY COMPLAINT THREAD DAY.

Point One:
In college, if you choose to study art, you have to do life drawing. You have to look and concentrate and seriously focus on the task in order to mentally catalogue the proportions, textures and shapes on the human form. If you're in college, you know this, you are as near to being an adult as makes no difference, and you are expected to behave as such.
The appropriate response to a life drawing class is NOT to flip a shit at the fact that OH SHIT THERE IS A PENIS IN THE ROOM AAAAAAH and waste A WHOLE HOUR of a three-hour lesson having to be soothed into even looking at the poor model guy by the tutor. Everyone in the damn room has either got one or seen at least one cock, in most of its various states. Same for tits, ass and pussy. Ironic that the people who are usually fighting for their right as young people to get drunk and screw as many people as possible are the same people whining that they are children and shouldn't be exposed to OMGCOCKS.

Point Two:
Dear art tutor Dan: if you ask me to unblock the paint, ketchup, seeds, coffee grains and plaster of paris blockage in the sink with my bare hands, I will not oblige, because a) it's just fucking filthy dirty in there, and b) the water is murky and if I can't see what I'm doing, I might slice my finger on the plughole. I am even more unlikely to oblige if you, as the responsible tutor in the room, respond with a barrage of abusive sentances along the lines of "I fucking hate you". I fucking hate you too, but I'm not shouting it at the whole class, cocksucker.

Point Three:
Why is it that the people who have great lives always have the biggest desires to harm other people and their property, while the ones who would do anything for you and vice versa are always plagued by the most genuine, awful difficulties which you can't make better for them?

And as a light-hearted side note to offset the BAWWW above,
a) A whole bunch of about 10 CDS I want (about £8 each)
b) The shiny graphics tablet I found online, so I can make pr0n- uh, I mean, high-quality pieces of fine computer-generated art (£35)
c) One of the fucking awesome reproduction jackets from the smaller one of the militaria shops I found in Arundel high street the other day- DDR guard, Soviet, British Navy, Afrika Korps, Luftwaffe, SS... (£65 each but the trader is willing to bargain)
d) Save another several hundred pounds for the Luger in the bigger, scarier antique shop that sells all kinds of original Nazi stuff (that I would personally rather see in a museum than on someone's display cabinet...) and wacky shit that you just wouldn't know what to do with, like little die-cast models of Himmler
e) All of the above. You don't REALLY need to pay for your mobile phone contract and save for driving lessons. That's what easily manipulated fathers are for!
f) None of the above. Stay home and save your money and work on your college work and creative writing, fgt. >:C

TL;DR- cocks and cash :B

When she found out that I'd have to draw naked people in art school, my mother also asked if I wasn't nervous about it. Everyone sees a naked person at a point of their lives, especially art students, I don't know what the big deal is.
It reminds me of this book about Hitler, which was basically about "what if he had been accepted at his art school?" and the poor little 19-year-old virgin Adolf fainted every time the female model dropped her bathrobe. It was really cute. (Later on he was brought to Dr Freud to be psychanalyzed, but that's a whole 'nother story)

Also, teachers tend to overuse their authority/superiority above students. It's really annoying. I had a teacher like that last year and I really wanted to hurt him very badly at some moments.

About point three, I really wonder what's with that. I know someone who's in the second category, I've been trying my best to help for a long time but I feel like it's useless, but I know that if I ever stop trying, something really bad can happen. I sacrificed a lot to help and I'm scared it might wear out on me some day...

When I told my best friend that I was doing art at college, the first thing he said was "haha, you'll fail and get thrown out and THEN YOU'LL BE LIKE HITLER."
Thanks man. :B

You know what I mean, then. It really sucks to have to worry about someone, especially when they're not living nearby... but I wouldn't ever let anyone say I should begrudge them for making my life difficult.

I draw porn even in college :B
People can bawww, that won't stop me
one day someone asked
"draw me and my boyfriend making love lolololol"

and I did
thought I hated that girl
fucking poser

Haha, shit. I wish people would ask ME to draw erotica of them and their partner.

I drew nazis in my college library the other day. I hid them under my photography folder when people walked past.

BONUS WHINE: I just forgot that I was going away on a costly London adventure for the entirety of this weekend and now I have no budget and a huge rush to get there tomorrow evening. WHY DO I FAIL HARD

Blerg. I fail at drawing pr0n. Probably because I can't draw legs! I lack leggy talent!

There should be a big artist's reference book full of life drawings and photos that developing artists could practice realistic anatomy drawing from. I looked and looked but I haven't found anything like that in the shops.

We stop the life drawing classes next week, I'm sad. They're really useful if you concetrate.

I was going to buy a graphics tablet last weekend so I could bypass my shitty watercolour pencils when I wanted to colour something... but then I went to London, spent £90 in two days and ended up trying not to get dragged into a conversation with a man that looked FUCKING EXACTLY like Hitler in a goth club at 6AM on Sunday instead :I (I was wearing a DDR jacket botched up to look Wermacht, I was so sure I was going to get heil'd, talk about embarassing.)

(I has porns... ssssshhhhh don't tell granny. But they are all in pencil and my scanner makes them blurry and pixelated. Also they are possibly too horrible to post non-anonymously.)

Talon wrote:I was going to buy a graphics tablet last weekend so I could bypass my shitty watercolour pencils when I wanted to colour something... but then I went to London, spent £90 in two days and ended up trying not to get dragged into a conversation with a man that looked FUCKING EXACTLY like Hitler in a goth club at 6AM on Sunday instead :I (I was wearing a DDR jacket botched up to look Wermacht, I was so sure I was going to get heil'd, talk about embarassing.)

(I has porns... ssssshhhhh don't tell granny. But they are all in pencil and my scanner makes them blurry and pixelated. Also they are possibly too horrible to post non-anonymously.)

First of all... OMG HITLER'S ALIVE!

Second... your scanner fails.

HE'S ALIVE and he goes to a goth club in London called Slimelight and dances to electronica. I've seen him before a few months ago; someone sat down in the seat my friend had vacated and I turned to say that the seat was taken and suddenly Hitler was sitting next to me. He was wearing whiteout contact lenses OH GOD it was so scary. I just stared at him in horror and he shrugged and wandered off. I swear to god, it wasn't just a moustache and a passing resemblance, he was IDENTICAL. Just wth slightly longer hair. It was four in the morning and I wasn't mentally strong enough to deal with that.
Then my friend came back and I told her Hitler stole her seat, so she started checking my eyes for pupil dialation in case someone had spiked my drink with hallucinogens.

(He was dirty dancing with his goth girlfriend, oh god my eyes. I thought of this forum. )

Luckily I have more money than I thought this month so I might still get the tablet before half term and be able to clean up my arts wth the computer and post them. c: I want a proper art site, but DeviantArt is falilure in website form and I'm too lazy to make my own. :I

Also it has to be somewhere without morals so I can post the horrorporn

Talon wrote: (He was dirty dancing with his goth girlfriend, oh god my eyes. I thought of this forum. )

...Now that's a scary thought

Imagine a goth Eva!

Get a photo of him or something. Tell him we all said hi.

Oh, I so would have asked him for a photo but I didn't want to interrupt the happy couple. I'm not sure how they'd take it.