I think my friend said stick it in the back of her head....
The morning didn't bring...what I hoped that it would. I woke up feeling...odd. And I still feel odd. I can't even describe it. It's one of those creepy moments where I'm alone and looking towards the future that's not bright, and I'm thinking about how there is no other moment but this. After this, there is nothing. After this breath. I keep promising myself the next second will be the last, but it's not. Usually I do that when I know the truth about something but refuse to admit it. I don't have a clue as to what I'm denying myself. Nor do I even care. I don't want to even begin to think about what's bothering me, because I won't let it go, and I don't need more confusion right now. Call me selfish, but I'd rather not retreat inside my head and withdraw from reality. How relaxing does that sound?
I feel like making some rice krispiy squares. I've been eating them lately. That is strictly agaisnt my morals though. You know, marshmellows = geletin = animal product. I have hardly slipped up this past year. Now I want my fucking comfort foods.
I only have one more exam left. Thank jeebus. History. So much studying. Makes me nervous. Very nervous. But I suppose I have the fact that the semester is over, to look forward to. Next semester is pure easy street. All my best subjects, with some time to sleep. Yay to me. At least one thing is going well. On the topic of school and going well, supposedly if I pass math with surpirsing grades, my rents are going to help me out with buing a digital cam corder. How exciting is that? Then I can commence on my cinematography career! Anybody want to be in my filmed session?
My mother is slowly going crazy. By crazy, I mean insane. And it's sad. She got really drunk last night, and it was hard to watch. I'm slowly getting over it though. Coming to terms with the fact. It doesn't overwhelm me anymore. Someone who I shall leave un named, made a comment to a friend of mine. Saying that I'm going through alot for someone my age, and they were advised to watch out for me, and be careful. Oh yes, because me and my axe that I don't have are going to come and ruin everyone's party. Thanks, mofo. I'm not going through anything but life. I don't want your fucking pity, I don't want your attention. I just want to fucking understand what is going ON! Bite me.
I smell like cheap mango from the body shop. I used a salt scrub that was mango scented...it wasn't too pleasant but it left my skin smooth and soft, like a baby's bum. If that's appealing to anyone out there...anyone at all....COCOPHRILIAC! I don't even know if I spelt that right. If I did, whoa. Anyways, go do some research. I know I will.
If anyone knows soe good indutrial, please let me know! I'm looking for some good industrial bands. NO CHEESEY SHIT UNLESS THE SOUNDS ARE UTTERLY AMAZING!!
Andrea
xoxox
I feel like making some rice krispiy squares. I've been eating them lately. That is strictly agaisnt my morals though. You know, marshmellows = geletin = animal product. I have hardly slipped up this past year. Now I want my fucking comfort foods.
I only have one more exam left. Thank jeebus. History. So much studying. Makes me nervous. Very nervous. But I suppose I have the fact that the semester is over, to look forward to. Next semester is pure easy street. All my best subjects, with some time to sleep. Yay to me. At least one thing is going well. On the topic of school and going well, supposedly if I pass math with surpirsing grades, my rents are going to help me out with buing a digital cam corder. How exciting is that? Then I can commence on my cinematography career! Anybody want to be in my filmed session?
My mother is slowly going crazy. By crazy, I mean insane. And it's sad. She got really drunk last night, and it was hard to watch. I'm slowly getting over it though. Coming to terms with the fact. It doesn't overwhelm me anymore. Someone who I shall leave un named, made a comment to a friend of mine. Saying that I'm going through alot for someone my age, and they were advised to watch out for me, and be careful. Oh yes, because me and my axe that I don't have are going to come and ruin everyone's party. Thanks, mofo. I'm not going through anything but life. I don't want your fucking pity, I don't want your attention. I just want to fucking understand what is going ON! Bite me.
I smell like cheap mango from the body shop. I used a salt scrub that was mango scented...it wasn't too pleasant but it left my skin smooth and soft, like a baby's bum. If that's appealing to anyone out there...anyone at all....COCOPHRILIAC! I don't even know if I spelt that right. If I did, whoa. Anyways, go do some research. I know I will.
If anyone knows soe good indutrial, please let me know! I'm looking for some good industrial bands. NO CHEESEY SHIT UNLESS THE SOUNDS ARE UTTERLY AMAZING!!
Andrea
xoxox