Second Soliloquy: My Affection for Flourescents and Prismacolors

For those of you who have never seen my artwork or my clothes, I am almost freakishly fond of neon and floursecent colors. This photo is the best example I possess of this affection for all things bright and obnoxiously colorful. Almost everything inthis photo is blinding: from my hairbow, to my bedding, to my walls, to the decor of my bedroom--even the map looks like a five-year-old scribbled all over a piece of paper with a highlighter. (and yes, this is a picture of myself)
The reason I am unintervenably enamoured with flourescents is that they make me happy. I am aware of how stupid that sounds, but this actually goes much deeper. When I look around me and see busy brightness bustiling blithely beyond basic comprehension, and am overwhelmed by sheer color, it makes me feel elated. This feeling, this intoxication that only can be wrought by rave-like shades of pink, green, and blue, could explain several things--my taste in clothes, my personality, and my obsession with using Prismacolors on black paper. But seriously, have you ever tried that? Prismacolors are nothing like colored pencils. If you push down really hard on an ordinary colored pencil on black paper you still get a washed out shade of salmon, puke, and baby food. But with Prismacolors, it's the complete opposite. On white paper, they're still pretty opaque, but on black paper, a straight line in blue Prismacolor almost looks three-dimensional. The first time I ever got to experience the faace-meltingly awesome sensation accompanying observing Prismacolors on black paper was last year, when my art teacher Mrs. Palmer suggested that should be my medium for some drawing of a bicycle tire I did. Anyways, it turned out spectacular, because everything looks incredible with those freaking Prismacolors. And after that, real life colors just didn't look as good. So I decked out in flourescents to make myself feel superior to everyday life. Which was a little pretentious of me, but it made me happy. Nothing beats being truly happy.