i have a livejournal
okay.
i have a livejournal.
this is it, here i go.
i can't think of anything to write, how awful. i should include something about courtney, because she's the whole reason started this journal. she rocks. i'm sitting in a bean bag chair in my room, just past the foot of my bed, with my computer beside me. Keyboard is resting on my lap. monitor on a nightstand, with a printer balanced on the monitor. there's a blue violin hanging on my wall at a 45 degree angle, and a picture of a sunset taken at bonita beach through my lense at 210mm focus range with the exposure set low. it's mostly black, the sun is a shining bright yellow, radiating elusive strokes of red. there's my mirror next to that, with josh-write gramma written on it with a bar of soap. and tucked around the frame of the mirror are some coupons for free chic-fil-a sandwiches and my ticket to the 12 hours of sebring race, and my pledge form for z88.3 fm and a seven day jesus band sticker, and a picture of myself and my friends as the cast of gilligans island, and a best buddies sticker, and one of my wallet sized senior pictures, me in a leather jacket sitting on my mustang. there's my file cabinet, sprayed black so it looks just that much cooler, with a cigar box full of coins and some folded laundry and the box from my rp50 guitar processor. propped in the corner is a make-shift lamp i put together myself at some point while i was at FIT. I started painting it, but as with most of my paintings, it's on hold until i find my inspiration again. it's most assuredly not a pretty lamp. consisting of a 1 by 12 board, maybe for and a half feet tall, with a light socket screwed to the top, and a switch box holding a dimmer knob type household lighting switch. then my closet, with a full 8 feet of mirrors for the doors. a constant reminder of just how bad i look. my dresser on the other wall, with all sorts of things on top of it, a couple of drawers opened, a sock hanging from one. and my bed, with my memory foam mattress that i was so excited to finally get. my leopard print sheets were meant to coordinate with my panther rug, but nobody seems to notice the correlation. my room is plain. i want to get my art and posters back on the walls. i want to paint the room something other than this hideously stark white. courtney left her key and speedpass in my car saturday. the ladies at work were teasing me about the "not really an accident" nature of forgetting one's keys after a date. i wouldn't assume that's the case, because i forget my keys just about everywhere. but i suppose if it was the case i should be flattered. the keys are on a metallic pink "mountain climber clip" sort of ring, i found myself playing with them in my pocket several times tonight. i could drop them at her house while she's at school, or in the middle of the night, but where's the fun in that? friday is Xfest, it's also my next day off, maybe i can meet up with her between school letting out and the concert. saturday is kayla and lauren's prom, for which tony and i are going to be escorts. but then, that won't be untill later in the evening, so maybe there's a chance for saturday early. if not there's always next weekend, and i do suppose she's got a spare key to use till then. i don't really know what more to write at the moment, so i'll stop right here.
i have a livejournal.
this is it, here i go.
i can't think of anything to write, how awful. i should include something about courtney, because she's the whole reason started this journal. she rocks. i'm sitting in a bean bag chair in my room, just past the foot of my bed, with my computer beside me. Keyboard is resting on my lap. monitor on a nightstand, with a printer balanced on the monitor. there's a blue violin hanging on my wall at a 45 degree angle, and a picture of a sunset taken at bonita beach through my lense at 210mm focus range with the exposure set low. it's mostly black, the sun is a shining bright yellow, radiating elusive strokes of red. there's my mirror next to that, with josh-write gramma written on it with a bar of soap. and tucked around the frame of the mirror are some coupons for free chic-fil-a sandwiches and my ticket to the 12 hours of sebring race, and my pledge form for z88.3 fm and a seven day jesus band sticker, and a picture of myself and my friends as the cast of gilligans island, and a best buddies sticker, and one of my wallet sized senior pictures, me in a leather jacket sitting on my mustang. there's my file cabinet, sprayed black so it looks just that much cooler, with a cigar box full of coins and some folded laundry and the box from my rp50 guitar processor. propped in the corner is a make-shift lamp i put together myself at some point while i was at FIT. I started painting it, but as with most of my paintings, it's on hold until i find my inspiration again. it's most assuredly not a pretty lamp. consisting of a 1 by 12 board, maybe for and a half feet tall, with a light socket screwed to the top, and a switch box holding a dimmer knob type household lighting switch. then my closet, with a full 8 feet of mirrors for the doors. a constant reminder of just how bad i look. my dresser on the other wall, with all sorts of things on top of it, a couple of drawers opened, a sock hanging from one. and my bed, with my memory foam mattress that i was so excited to finally get. my leopard print sheets were meant to coordinate with my panther rug, but nobody seems to notice the correlation. my room is plain. i want to get my art and posters back on the walls. i want to paint the room something other than this hideously stark white. courtney left her key and speedpass in my car saturday. the ladies at work were teasing me about the "not really an accident" nature of forgetting one's keys after a date. i wouldn't assume that's the case, because i forget my keys just about everywhere. but i suppose if it was the case i should be flattered. the keys are on a metallic pink "mountain climber clip" sort of ring, i found myself playing with them in my pocket several times tonight. i could drop them at her house while she's at school, or in the middle of the night, but where's the fun in that? friday is Xfest, it's also my next day off, maybe i can meet up with her between school letting out and the concert. saturday is kayla and lauren's prom, for which tony and i are going to be escorts. but then, that won't be untill later in the evening, so maybe there's a chance for saturday early. if not there's always next weekend, and i do suppose she's got a spare key to use till then. i don't really know what more to write at the moment, so i'll stop right here.