My Old Friend
So I've become apart of the crowd and spent most of my time on myspace finding friends, old and new. I figured I best pay a visit to livejournal. Not because of any good reason. I just felt like writing.
So, I got a car. I get my license next week. I like someone I shouldn't like--he has a girlfriend. I'm dying from my allergies. I'm contemplating the influence of image in my life.
That sums up the high points in life right now. According to the first 2 things I said, I expect at least one of you to beg me to come hang out with you next week. Escaping sounds nice.
My eyes are dripping with the fluid they made from protecting my eyes from all the bloody crap in the air. I fill like my face has swelled and all my bodily patterns have halted. It's like being sick, but not.
I've decided to say no to the 3 AP classes I signed up for. I think I might just take Spanish 4 AP. My plan isn't to kill myself next year. I refuse to let my senior year be a year of catching up or getting ahead (thank God I don't have to). I would like nothing more than to enjoy my senior year with comfortable decisions.
Oh, and I've decided to embrace art. Besides the opinion of Spencer, in that I should go take classes at the Los Angeles Academy of Art, I need to put myself into some kind of learning environment. I don't want to become a stale, bad artist. I want to get better.
So yeah, here's to my return. See you on the mother of internet journals.
So, I got a car. I get my license next week. I like someone I shouldn't like--he has a girlfriend. I'm dying from my allergies. I'm contemplating the influence of image in my life.
That sums up the high points in life right now. According to the first 2 things I said, I expect at least one of you to beg me to come hang out with you next week. Escaping sounds nice.
My eyes are dripping with the fluid they made from protecting my eyes from all the bloody crap in the air. I fill like my face has swelled and all my bodily patterns have halted. It's like being sick, but not.
I've decided to say no to the 3 AP classes I signed up for. I think I might just take Spanish 4 AP. My plan isn't to kill myself next year. I refuse to let my senior year be a year of catching up or getting ahead (thank God I don't have to). I would like nothing more than to enjoy my senior year with comfortable decisions.
Oh, and I've decided to embrace art. Besides the opinion of Spencer, in that I should go take classes at the Los Angeles Academy of Art, I need to put myself into some kind of learning environment. I don't want to become a stale, bad artist. I want to get better.
So yeah, here's to my return. See you on the mother of internet journals.