Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup
Yesterday consisted of everything that is summer to me. John, Rachel, and I went out to the "beach" at Bear Creek. I had so much fun, I love swimming until I get to the point where I still feel floaty and off-balance when I'm out of the water. I love going hiking and playing with sticks and granddaddy long-legs. Sneaking the pipe like school kids passing around a cigarette in behind the school at lunch period. Charming old perverts with impressive farmer's tans. Grape monster tastes like hot ass, just in case you didn't already know this. Going too fast down the highway with power-rock blaring and everyone singing along-obnoxiously, at the top of their lungs. I felt invincible today, the only thing I regret is letting my own emotions spoil it last night. I want so badly to just not read too much into things that I know aren't my business. I know the real truth behind everything that I've been so upset about, but yet I feel like I'm totally out of control when it comes to my own emotions. I expect this to pass just like it always does.
Little black cloud of doubt, get the fuck away from me.
ETA: I have no more worries about landing a job doing makeup once I finish college. I just saw pictures from Tim Burton's production of Alice In Wonderland. I really honestly think that I could have done better than the makeup artists they used. Someone in badmakeup said There's "strikingly simple" and then there's "lazy makeup artist" I agree.8|
Little black cloud of doubt, get the fuck away from me.
ETA: I have no more worries about landing a job doing makeup once I finish college. I just saw pictures from Tim Burton's production of Alice In Wonderland. I really honestly think that I could have done better than the makeup artists they used. Someone in badmakeup said There's "strikingly simple" and then there's "lazy makeup artist" I agree.8|