The Holiday I Shouldn’t Like

All facts considered, I am exactly the type of person who should hate Valentine’s Day.

I am single.

It seems like all my friends have boyfriends.

I am single.

And, last but not least, I am single.

However, there is something about the holiday of love that I just cannot help but be drawn to. It is the only time of year when you can go around being obnoxiously happy and annoyingly upbeat, and people can’t punch you in the face because…IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY. What can I say? I love to love.

Plus, you can tell people “happy V-day”, meaning “happy vagina day”, but they think you are being normal and wishing them a “happy Valentine’s day”. See what I mean???

I hope your day is filled with awkward hugs and/or high fives.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Closet Romantic

Hi, I’m Amy Rebecca.

I’m a Closet Romantic.

What does that mean? It means that I act tough, and sarcastic, and moody. In fact, I do beleive that I AM tough, and sarcastic, and moody…most of the time. But there’s, like, this one little peice of my heart that actually feels things really deeply. Even though I don’t like to admit it, think about it, or show it. In fact, it is taking a huge amount of self-control not to insert a scarcastic comment here.

This doodle from class today proves that I am, secretly, a romantic.

I am going to stop typing now, before I start cracking bitter jokes.

Also, in case you’re wondering: yes, that is a drawing of me, and, yes, my legs are that skinny…I have a smokin’ hot twiggy bod.

Okay, I’m done now.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca.


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I love your:

-Mouth, when you laugh and when you’re discussing smart things

-Eyes, when you look at me while we talk

-Breathing, as you stop your rant to get some air

Springtime in Valopia

This dress reflects the aura of springtime in Valopia, a beautiful European town settled on a cliff overlooking a river. Valopia is home to beautiful, goddess-y women and prince-y, chivalrous men. The air here is dewey and fresh, and tastes like white wine. Waterfalls fill the air with the peaceful yet vibrant sount of rushing water, and the locals go about their days as if all is at peace in the world.

Valopia is located right in the heart of…my imagination. Next to my dreams about going to Hogwarts and swimming in chocolate pudding.

This dress is Valopia in clothing form. *Sighhhh*

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



I Thrive in Chaos

The other day, as I was mosy-ing around the blog world, procrastinating on homework as I so often do, I came across this adorable post from Lineosa: . For those of you too lazy to click on that link, Lineosa wrote a post describing her creative environment, complete with a picture of her perfectly quirk-ily organized desk. Okay, now go click on her link so you can see the picture, lazy-ass. It will make what is coming next seem even more hilarious.

You saw hers? Now, compare that to my work area, a small card table crammed into the corner of my basement:


Sooooo….yeahhhhh. I don’t think I will be landing a spread in Everyday with Rachel Ray anytime soon. Or ever. Somehow, though, I do manage to work in that space. I thrive in chaos.

Ooooooooooh, that would be a cool tattoo! “I Thrive in Chaos”, like right across my chest? No? But why not?

I hope you enjoy this painting by the way. I still feel like I am struggling with watercolor, though. When will this battle end, I ask you?!?!

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Somehow, this dress ended up looking slightly asian. In a good way, of course! But also in a confusing way. It was supposed to look french. But yet…it looks asian. Can you tell how confused I am? I ponder. I ponder.

Also, I’ll have you all know that I skipped a bubble bath to do this painting for you. A BUBBLE BATH. I think some applause should be in order.

And my final unorganized thought for the day: I am not 100% happy with how this painting turned out. I think I’m going to start looking for water-color lessons somewhere because, let me tell ya, these YouTube tutorials just ain’t cutting it! But, actually. I have been practicing for a few weeks now, and I still can’t seem to portray movement with my painting. The clothes should look alive and active, not stolid and dull like I paint them. Any one have any suggestions for me? How can I improve my fashion watercoloring technique? Please, I’m desperate!

Thanks, guys. Le me appreciates it.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



I swear, I was sleeping with my eyes open at church this morning. Three jobs in one weekend will do that to ya.

Apparently, I draw in my sleep, though. And I write. In french (?). I think I would be a prime subject for intense psychological studies.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca


Half-ass translation: I like Paris in the morning when all is new and beautiful


Half-ass translation: My desire is for Paris


One Smart Duprass

One Smart Duprass
We’re kindred spirits, he and I
Our souls are one, we think alike
His laugh, my bliss
My smile, his light
One smart Duprass, I have no doubt
Kurt, Bokonan and I – we all agree
This boy and me are meant to be.
But – wait? Who’s she?
That girl o’er there
Draped on his arm
A fake, a false
Just plays the part
That’s what Kurt calls a Granfalloon
She can’t be it
Can’t truly be
He’s mine, I’m his
One smart Duprass

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Note: Some of the words I use in this poem are words that Kurt Vonnegut invented and included in his novel, “Crat’s Cradle”. Here are their simplified definitions for those of you who weren’t forced to read it in high school english:

Granfalloon: “A seeming team that was meaningless in terms of the ways God gets things done”. A false group of people – doesn’t really matter.

Duprass: Two people whose bond “can’t be invaded” or broken. They stick together through everything, essential soul mates who are so close that they even “die within a week of each other”.

Bokonan: The inventor of the religion Bokononism. He made up and defined the words “Granfalloon” and “Duprass”. Fictional.

WIW: Fashulus

Black jeans+Docs+Scarf+Jacket/Cardi= perfect earlymorningfreezingmyassoff outfit to wear to school. This is the only math equation I can understand. I would excel at AP Fashulus.

Also, Fashulus sounds like the name of a fabulous drag queen that I’d like to be friends with.
OxOx, Amy Rebecca






If the woman in this painting could talk, she would only say one word: “dahhhhhhhhling”. Her voice would be throaty and grizzly, worn out from one-too-many cigarettes. It would also be filled with irony, as if she were sharing an inside joke with herself, yet it would still sound warm and bosom-friend-like. I really want to meet this girl somewhere, but that may be a difficult task to achieve, as she probably lived some time in the 40s or 50s. I feel like just being around her would make me posh-er.

If that didn’t make sense to you, then I’m sorry to inform you that you are normal.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca




I really think that I would have made a great ballerina, if I would have been more athletic back in my youth. And if I had eaten less food. If I had eaten less cake.


Actually, nevermind. I could never be a ballerina. I like cake too much.

So, I guess this post just lost it’s relevance.



(There…did I completely disorientate and befuddle you? Have you forgotton how pointless this post is?)

Here are some sketches of outfits that remind me of ballerinas. I hope your day gets less confusing. I hope my day gets less confusing.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca

P.S. Yes. Yes, that is a chocolate stain on this picture. I LIKE CHOCOLATE, OK!?!?!?!? SUE ME. Ahem.