1.) Make 100 pics each pic having a theme listed below. Each pic should have ONE and only ONE theme to it, for it to count.

2.) No time limit so have fun

3.) The main picture should be drawn but not limited to. for all fair purposes, people are allowed to use their paint programs and photo shop to create the pic.

3a.) Pics should be of own artistic ability. You may not edit photos, or break any other rules set out in the Da etiquette policy. Your pics can be anything from sketches and doodles to great master pieces. Just have fun with it.

4.) The list below is to be placed somewhere in your journal for others to see that......
A.)You are in the challenge
B.)What you have completed

5.) Make sure to update this list and check off what is done and make a link to the pic

6.) In the comments for your art work note if it is part of the list and what ONE theme it is.





The list
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Away
9. Cut
10. Breathe
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Spit
17. Blood
18. Under
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. War
22. Mother
23. Distastefull
24. Want
25. Lurking
26. Europe
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Urban
30. Rain
31. Flower
32. Night
33. Wrath
34. Moon
35. Walk
36. Precious
37. See
38. Abandoned
39. Dream
40. 4:29 PM
41. Citric Acid
42. Still
43. Die
44. Two Roads
45. Two Guns
46. Drop
47. Dirt
48. Young
49. Preservatives
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Old
53. Desecrate
54. Tower
55. Need
56. Biohazard
57. Sacrificial
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Desert
61. Fairy Tale
62. Voodoo
63. Do Not Disturb
64. City
65. Horrorific
66. Snow
67. Drum
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mislead
73. I. Can't.
74. Confrontation
75. Mirror
76. Broken
77. Testament
78. Drink
79. FUCK [if this theme offends you, you may do the alternate theme "Balk"]
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. +
83. Heal
84. Cold
85. Sick
86. Seeing Red
87. Hunger
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drown
92. Rape
93. Iron
94. Soft
95. Advertisement
96. Storm
97. Safety
98. Puzzle
99. Alone
100. Gone

**This is not mine, I found it and plan on finishing it.

So...I got into WestPoint, right? And I went, and it was awesome, and then...I hurt myself. So I'm back home for a year, then I go back and start over.

However.

I'm coming home to my psycotic mother, and I only came back for my boyfriend, who now, apparently, does not want to actually be my boyfriend. So....that in itself was hard, but the fact that he's been acting like my boyfriend, to the point of us ending up making out when he walks me to my door, or other less innocent pursuits, etc etc. So, I have no idea whats actually going on. I'm hoping I don't come out of this being his booty call. Because then I'd have to do someone some bodily harm, because I really don't like being fucked with.

But, on the bright side, I'll be getting my own apartment, which will be awesome, and I can't wait. My roomate and I have already wrangled up a leather couch, a full dish set, 2 plasma tv's with wall mounts, an xbox and a Ps2, 3 laptops, a bed, a pimp robe, a vast movie collection, a charcoal grill, and his mother wants to pay a maid to come clean our apartment every week. Now...all we need is an apartment.

So,I've been abandonded by the boyfriend. And then informed the second he comes back to town, he will be leaving to go spend time with the same friend he is leaving with TODAY. I mean, REEEEALLY? AND he refuses to tell me ALL SORTS of things that I think I should know. HOW IRRITATING. Yeah, we'll see what HE gets for christmas.

I've gotten another drastic haircut. It's pretty drastic. But awesome.

I think I'm going to try and spend as much time out of the house this break as possible.

I'm also having problems. I should be having an emotional crisis. And I'm not. My little brother commited suicide almost two weeks ago, and I'm not the blubbering mess everyone thinks I should be. Everyone keeps saying, Oh, you're so strong. But heres the thing. I don't feel strong. I feel confused, because I should be a complete and total mess. I mean, my little brother killed himself. And I'm still buying christmas presents and going on with my life. I mean, sure, I'm kinda messed up about it, and I'm definitly sad; but I've come to terms with it? I can talk about him, go in his room, and it dosen't bother me. He wrote me a note that says he loves me. He did it to himself. It sure as hell wasn't an accident.

I probably know better than anyone on the planet excatly WHY he did it. Maybe thats why I'm not having fits? Because I refuse to hold it aginst him? Or because I don't have to worry about him anymore? That sounds horrible, but sometimes I really wondered if he could make it in 'real life.'

But I guess now it's not an issue. I'm going to miss him. But I still have to live my life, right?

I've realized that when wearing noise cancelling headphones, one must actually take them out to converse with people. Otherwise, they may be able to hear you, but no, they're not talking quietly, you just can't hear them.

I've also realized it's nice not to have to hide things from people. And that having a boyfriend from which one can rely on getting action is REALLY NICE. But not when you're trying to foc on ANYthing else. Like, reality, for instance.

I got in a wreck today. It happened really fast. One moment I was talking, and the next we were spinning across the freeway. I don't know how we avoided getting T-boned y oncoming traffic. Because we were exiting the freeway, and the Bingle exit is always pretty bottlenecked. So we stopped. The Beemer behind us stopped. The asshole in the truck behind the beemer hit his gas. The beemer was sandwiched. We came out okay. I'm fine, so is bill, but his truck has seen better days.

I'm late on so many college applications. I just don't know where to start, or where to go. I need to get my nomination taken care of, but the paperwork is insane.

I just need to figure out how to get my ass in gear and my head out of the clouds. We'll see how that goes.

I've realized that when wearing noise cancelling headphones, one must actually take them out to converse with people. Otherwise, they may be able to hear you, but no, they're not talking quietly, you just can't hear them.

I've also realized it's nice not to have to hide things from people. And that having a boyfriend from which one can rely on getting action is REALLY NICE. But not when you're trying to foc on ANYthing else. Like, reality, for instance.

I got in a wreck today. It happened really fast. One moment I was talking, and the next we were spinning across the freeway. I don't know how we avoided getting T-boned y oncoming traffic. Because we were exiting the freeway, and the Bingle exit is always pretty bottlenecked. So we stopped. The Beemer behind us stopped. The asshole in the truck behind the beemer hit his gas. The beemer was sandwiched. We came out okay. I'm fine, so is bill, but his truck has seen better days.

I'm late on so many college applications. I just don't know where to start, or where to go. I need to get my nomination taken care of, but the paperwork is insane.

I just need to figure out how to get my ass in gear and my head out of the clouds. We'll see how that goes.