SIT DOWN SANTA!
Its finally december.
Im all kinds of sick and it sucks. All the drugs man, my little straightedge body cant handle it. Besides the fact that ive found myself falling into a severe state of discomfort and discontent. Mentally im completely overwhelmed with artwork, since i decided to try and go to class and pass the semester, plus all my assignments/critiques/finals are due next week since im leaving school early. Spiritually im discouraged, unenthused, and extremely lonely. Physically im falling apart. I actually voluntarily went to the doctor. But, like its previous predesessors, this consuming badness will fade out, and i can reassure myself that in 8 days my life will become monumentally better.
Im supposed to go to a show tonite, but cant even find it in me to actually leave the house. I feel like all hell, and probably wont have any fun. But ive been looking forward to it for so long and i dont want to miss not being there. On the other hand, i cant reely afford the time, considering im drowning in overdue art bullshit. Er. The souls show last weekend was a mediocre experience. Kids were doing aerial kicks and hardcore dancing to like, 'gone.' I got punched in the face which gave me a knarly bloody nose and swollen face, but k8 is gr8 and took care of me. We hung out and she gave me a free live album, which i promptly mailed out to the left coast with other treats and goodies for the care package addendum.
Ive found that i reely hate the telephone for the most part, as well as online communication, even more than i have before. And i reely want to toss my cell phone over the tacony bridge.
In other, slightly more interesting news orions belt kicks ass and its rad to practice as a reel chick band, although we missed our little lead rocker. I broke a sweat for the first time and wanted to dance instead of play the songs. Blair took me out for spanish/mexican food afterwards. Fried ice cream = twangtwangtwang.
Michael eric mcillhenny is a beautiful human being. He mailed me a solo cd express first class like whoa along with the nicest letter to date and i dig it an extreme amount. Oh and owen, yr voice kicks ass.
The break was lame for the most part, except for the nite that mull, blair, palmer, mary wood, and i played this crazy fun game and did punk rock aerobics. I couldnt make my playdate yesterday due to the doctors appointment, and i miss jana lots.
Counting down the days till california come.
Im desperately trying to smile.
xo becky.
Its not working.
Im all kinds of sick and it sucks. All the drugs man, my little straightedge body cant handle it. Besides the fact that ive found myself falling into a severe state of discomfort and discontent. Mentally im completely overwhelmed with artwork, since i decided to try and go to class and pass the semester, plus all my assignments/critiques/finals are due next week since im leaving school early. Spiritually im discouraged, unenthused, and extremely lonely. Physically im falling apart. I actually voluntarily went to the doctor. But, like its previous predesessors, this consuming badness will fade out, and i can reassure myself that in 8 days my life will become monumentally better.
Im supposed to go to a show tonite, but cant even find it in me to actually leave the house. I feel like all hell, and probably wont have any fun. But ive been looking forward to it for so long and i dont want to miss not being there. On the other hand, i cant reely afford the time, considering im drowning in overdue art bullshit. Er. The souls show last weekend was a mediocre experience. Kids were doing aerial kicks and hardcore dancing to like, 'gone.' I got punched in the face which gave me a knarly bloody nose and swollen face, but k8 is gr8 and took care of me. We hung out and she gave me a free live album, which i promptly mailed out to the left coast with other treats and goodies for the care package addendum.
Ive found that i reely hate the telephone for the most part, as well as online communication, even more than i have before. And i reely want to toss my cell phone over the tacony bridge.
In other, slightly more interesting news orions belt kicks ass and its rad to practice as a reel chick band, although we missed our little lead rocker. I broke a sweat for the first time and wanted to dance instead of play the songs. Blair took me out for spanish/mexican food afterwards. Fried ice cream = twangtwangtwang.
Michael eric mcillhenny is a beautiful human being. He mailed me a solo cd express first class like whoa along with the nicest letter to date and i dig it an extreme amount. Oh and owen, yr voice kicks ass.
The break was lame for the most part, except for the nite that mull, blair, palmer, mary wood, and i played this crazy fun game and did punk rock aerobics. I couldnt make my playdate yesterday due to the doctors appointment, and i miss jana lots.
Counting down the days till california come.
Im desperately trying to smile.
xo becky.
Its not working.