I'm listening to Thirty Seconds to Mars on repeat - on full blast, coz I'm trying to get my sketch on. Except the only problem is, my hands can't translate what's in my brain, onto paper. The product just isn't doing justice to my memory. You can imagine how absolutely frustrated I am right now! I'm quite tempted to tear it up and trash it, but it's come so far despite, that even though I'm really pissed off at myself I can't find the heart to desecrate this halfway there thing.
Actually, you know what? I blame Ordinary Guy. It's absolutely his fault for looking so freaking debonair this weekend - now nothing I ever try to replicate of it with my pencils will ever come close. Agh!
(Ok, so fine, maybe I am grinning thinking about how good he cleans up, but that is totally not the point!)
Actually, you know what? I blame Ordinary Guy. It's absolutely his fault for looking so freaking debonair this weekend - now nothing I ever try to replicate of it with my pencils will ever come close. Agh!
(Ok, so fine, maybe I am grinning thinking about how good he cleans up, but that is totally not the point!)
p.s I trashed it.
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