|everyones out to get you mother fucker!!
||[Jan. 16th, 2006|09:46 pm]
|||||thinking about fruit||]|
|||||oslo in the summer time - of montreal||]|
MY NIPPLE FUCKING ITCHES!!! goddamn this sucks
on another note. i finished all my applications. and my dad still wants to talk to me about drexel. fabulous.
why do i love art? like its so stupid. on thurs i had started this really tight drawing and like i was sad to leave school because... i wanted to work more on it thats kinda lame. sometimes iwish i was into something else. its like all i think about and it gets a little weird sometimes and like annoying. i'm always like 'hey... look at that! aesthetically... thats awesome. i bet i could do so many things...' blah blah blah and people are like 'que?' and i'm like 'i don't even know man'
so itchy... healing itches
i bought new bras that fit me. i'm a d thats sick. like seriously... what the fuck happened man?
on another note. i love harold and maude. i think it is such a fly movie. and that love is so tight.
and on another note. my dad is so fucking crazy. like seriously his brain is deteriorating. all he does is stumble about yelling about random shit and talking to the cats. its not funny. it fucking sucks.
on another note. finals... i'm going to fuck up ap english so bad... i suck at lit analysis because apparently i'm illiterate and still manage to skip over the bold cap words like EXCEPT or DOES NOT. damn it.
i'm so excited for college dude! so excited to like just start over and like leave this behind and just completely clean slate. and being with people who are on the same page. i can;t think about it anymore. i die a litle each time i do.
as it turns out i still can't work cell phones...
grad project... almost complete! which is fabulous. still need to print though. if anyone has any insight to cheap quality prints do tell.