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yesterday I felt up a rock hard bicep covered in a huge Dragon Ball Z tattoo, just thought I'd throw that out there!!
I'm trying to write more but all I think about anymore is the lines in people and how badly I want to draw them. It keeps me in a perpetual state of wonderment but it sounds pretty gay when I talk about it. But ugggghhh I just want to stare at people all day long, but I can't, it's rude, which is too bad, because I just want to stare at people all day long. Everything is so full of lines!
It's kind of embarrassing because I have taken to saving pictures on the internet of people I find fascinating (aka everyone). My "People Reference" folder is very large and creepy, my friend borrowed my laptop and up popped a bunch of pictures of cute girls looking adorable in huge sunglasses and all I could say was "UHHH"
I missed school and the people a lot, it's starting again in a week, it's sad how much I just want to stand at an easel all day sniffing turpenoid and charcoal dust (uh, actually, these things do not have scents but they stay with your body forever). Seriously what do people do with their lives when they don't make art? I tried to pay attention to politics the other day, but I'm certain I don't care at all now, I just want to look intensely at shit and make out with guys and sleep in uncomfortable places and eat fruit and hang out in tank tops. It's a really selfish good life. Caring about anything outside of my little bubble is proving impossible.
I have this new apartment and only two roomates this year, I am moving farther and farther away from my pipedream of living in a punk house and it's glorious. I hand-washed dishes for an entire afternoon in my underwear and it was so great and rewarding. No TV, no internet, my neighbor has this awesome illegal stuffed zebra!
I need to make a playlist full of pseudo indie disco dance pop music, I would live my life according to that playlist
I am sick so this was a fever ramble, but I've reread it and it sounds disappointingly competent and normal.
I'm trying to write more but all I think about anymore is the lines in people and how badly I want to draw them. It keeps me in a perpetual state of wonderment but it sounds pretty gay when I talk about it. But ugggghhh I just want to stare at people all day long, but I can't, it's rude, which is too bad, because I just want to stare at people all day long. Everything is so full of lines!
It's kind of embarrassing because I have taken to saving pictures on the internet of people I find fascinating (aka everyone). My "People Reference" folder is very large and creepy, my friend borrowed my laptop and up popped a bunch of pictures of cute girls looking adorable in huge sunglasses and all I could say was "UHHH"
I missed school and the people a lot, it's starting again in a week, it's sad how much I just want to stand at an easel all day sniffing turpenoid and charcoal dust (uh, actually, these things do not have scents but they stay with your body forever). Seriously what do people do with their lives when they don't make art? I tried to pay attention to politics the other day, but I'm certain I don't care at all now, I just want to look intensely at shit and make out with guys and sleep in uncomfortable places and eat fruit and hang out in tank tops. It's a really selfish good life. Caring about anything outside of my little bubble is proving impossible.
I have this new apartment and only two roomates this year, I am moving farther and farther away from my pipedream of living in a punk house and it's glorious. I hand-washed dishes for an entire afternoon in my underwear and it was so great and rewarding. No TV, no internet, my neighbor has this awesome illegal stuffed zebra!
I need to make a playlist full of pseudo indie disco dance pop music, I would live my life according to that playlist
I am sick so this was a fever ramble, but I've reread it and it sounds disappointingly competent and normal.