sell things

So I need to stop screwing myself by selling things to antique store owners. I pretty much will NEVER learn. So much regret......

crystal

All that is shattered can become new. All that is old is not forgotten. Treasure what you have and enjoy what you don't because someday you will be like me, have a growing collection and only long to have more. I feel like there is a deeper meaning behind my problems but I am not sure how to pin point it. If any of you have any ideas of what to do with crystal vases and crystal dishes and such, please let me know because I am becoming more and more obsessed with them by the minute.

How Ridiculous!

I am thoroughly annoyed that when any one's birthday is coming up, everyone is always talking about it, asking what they want for their birthday, and planning parties. Well that is not the same for my birthday. My birthday has pretty much gone unmentioned. Even my dad, the man that complains about how much money he doesn't have, buys a brand- fucking- new KIA Soul even though he said he would never buy a new car again. What a freaking lie!!! Another thing, is that when people do ask me what I want to my birthday or any holiday frankly, I make a list and put it on my blog so that everyone has access to it. But do they ever get me anything from the damn list??? NO! Why even waste my damn time making it.
Another thing that bothers the shit out of me is when my parents call me hoarders everyday but don't even think twice about how to help me. I have tried so hard not to buy stuff but it pretty much doesn't work at all. ESPECIALLY when they are always calling me a hoarder. I thank you all for the support! NOT! Maybe, just maybe, an idea would be to HELP me get organized. But NO! Just keep criticizing me. That is what I am used to. That goes for my weight as well. Just keep bitching about my weight and how I am spending money. MAYBE, buy some god damn healthy food for the house so we don't have to go out or anything. Another thing that gave me the rage was when I mentioned getting an exercise bike all they said was, WE DON'T HAVE ROOM FOR THAT!!!! Are you FUCKING SHITTING ME???!!! I am pretty sure that we can make room for something that is going to make their own fucking kid healthier.

Junkyard Picking!!

Yesterday, my wonderful boyfriend and I redid our Valentine's Day that I ruined. We went to Perkin's and had our last free pie Wednesday, went to Wal-Mart and then ventured down to the junkyard. I had never been to a junkyard before but I had always wanted to go. Being an artist and not a mechanic, the car pieces were not seen as from a car but rather something that could be turned into something else. Wyatt managed to point out this gorgeous glass light from a vintage Jeep. The light is roughly 7 inches across. I am not totally sure what I am going to do with it but right now it looks pretty snazzy next to my crystal glasses. I also got this vintage Ford hubcap that is completely rusted on the inside but has a wonderful white paint with red letters that are all chipping off and give it a shabby chic look. I grabbed a 1936ish car door handle that is bent that looks gorgeous and should be made into something. My favorite find I think would have to be the vintage rear-view mirror that I grabbed. It is super rusted but it has so much potential I just had to grab it. Right now, the only thing that actually has a plan for what it is going to be made into would have to be the Ford hubcap. I am thinking it will be the center of a star burst clock. Let me know if you all have any ideas of what would look good for these items. I will post the pictures below to show you all what I am talking about.

Valentine's Day 2012

Well here are some pictures of Valentine's Day before, oh 5 pm (when I went crazy and turned into a bitch). Hope you enjoy!

The yummy Reeces my wonderful boyfriend got me!

How I looked before I turned crazy

Wyatt's Valentine's Day gift from me

Here is one including the heart I made him. He actually should have given me one because I am in need of one. I am a cruel bitch.

The hearts down Eisenhower by the lake :)My gorgeous roses from Wyatt. Of which I later criticized.

To sum up the day for all of you that don't know, had a great day with my mom until two when Wyatt picked me up with roses and Reeces. Went to PetsMart and looked at all the cute animals. Went home and watched t.v. Got up from the couch around 4:45 (of which I didn't know the time until I went upstairs) and made some ramen noodles. I assumed that we weren't going out to eat because we were eating this. Ate those and laid on the couch for a while until Wyatt began to wonder if we were going to eat. I eventually got my fat ass off the couch, put on my wrinkly as fuck dress and ripped my tights, threw a tantrum because I am still in the terrible twos, and bitched to Wyatt how I hate roses, hate going out to eat for Valentine's Day, and basically ruined the entire fucking day.

Got in the car, went to McDonald's and I wasn't hungry so he got his food and a sandwich for me of which I never ate. We drove to the lake and looked at it while he ate. Then we drove to Fort Collins and he showed me where he used to live as well as his elementary school. We drove around some more and then he decided to take my bitchy ass home. Got home and mom questioned the crap out of us. I began to feel super bad for fucking up the night long before then but that just made it worse. I completely fucked it all up and now I am sure that is the LAST time Wyatt will ever try to make an attempt at doing something nice. Now I know why I never have done anything super exciting for Valentine's Day; I always fuck it up. Way to go retarded Kassie. You continue to fuck yourself over and over again!!! Now I am writing this blog, it is 8:41 pm...too late to do anything to make it up. So glad I ruined today.

Also, to make it worse, he even dressed up nice for me....

Social Media

In my MWE class (work experience class), we are learning about how social media is changing the world. My teacher played this video that had statistics about all the social media sites and a few of the statements stood out to me. For instance, there are children in Egypt named Facebook. Also, if Facebook was a country, it would be the 3rd largest country in the world!!! How crazy is that?? This really made me think about my art and how I am going to make a living. I am an artist and I hope to sell my art which is mainly going to be jewelry and mixed media sculptures. I need to get myself out there so that people can find me on all the social media sites. I want to make something of myself and I believe that this is possible without going to college.

I had a realization today....

Just to let you all know, I will deny this anytime anyone asks me about this so don't even try. I am starting to realize that maybe I am a hoarder...I tend to call myself a collector when I am called a hoarder but now I am starting to see the lines that are pointing the other way. Something tells me that when you can find a trash bag full of popcorn in your car when your art teacher needs it for drawing, you are not just a collector anymore. Something tells me that same thing about having two rotten pumpkins in the back seat of my car, stuck to the seat. I am ashamed....I probably need help. I always told myself that I would NEVER let it get this far. However, if this is already happening, I am afraid to see myself out on my own....I think it is time to grow up, clean myself up and become the lady that I have always wanted to be; a collector! I know that I will become very defensive when told that I need help or given me ideas of how to shape up. If you would be so kind, I would need some pointers on how to stay organized and make that line clear between hoarder and collector.