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not going to take everything so seriously. Resolution #1. Going to be happy, go with the flow. Yup. I want to get back into my creative side, my grandma has started to (no kidding) do water color paintings. And, yeah, they kind of DO suck, but whatever, if it makes her happy . . . why do I think I have to be a superstar at everything? I think that's almost antithetical and antipositive . . . definitely puts so much pressure on EVERYTHING, who cares
The sinners are much more fun
You know, only the good die young!
Yeah, Billy Joel. Fuck it, time to rock, and whatever . . . who cares if I suck, can't I be passionate and maybe it won't work?
I want to design t shirts--anyone else in? You know who you are!
Starting now, rockin' without worrying. I'm typing this as a ten minute thing, so we'll see how it goes. No agonizing, no worrying, just write write write.
I'm kind of tired, zonked, whatever. I bought a light from Pearl River for my bro for Christmas. It's a crepe-paper fish. Not sure if it's ugly or inspired. Do I really care? No. Remember, NEW MOTTO IS I'M NOT SORRY. Fuck it.
Sounds perfect.
C'mon, show me a sign
send up a signal, I'll throw you a line
I love my ITunes on random. And, with me, random it certainly is. Hopefully we'll get a Broadway fave soon. I want to do something tonight. I want to take dance classes this break. I need $$$. Hopefully soon . . . I want to relax. I want to write. I want to do a lot, and I'm excited for the challenge. I love how it was semi-warm today. I love Curious George. Not sure how much I like certain professors. Whatevah. I wish I had a TiVo. And good tv. That would be absolutely transcendent. I think TV makes me more creative. Maybe I just feel like that because it's SUCH a novelty for me when I get to watch good TV. But at Bari's apartment, it was awesome, I watched so much Lifetime and MTV and HBO . . . ooooh, HBO. I miss Sex and the City. I want to be Samantha, I do, I do, I do. I'm trying to get my hair to be a bit more Samantha, it's almost long enough. I can't wait until . . . something. Hmmm . . .
Ten minutes is a lot longer than one thinks. Two more minutes to go. I have an interview at Seventeen tomorrow. Woop woop! Not sure about Christmas plans yet, a little nervous about that, family is exhausting . . .! I can't wait til I can do my OWN Christmas, I also think it's weird how my brothers and I have such a different conception of celebrating, of life in general . . . but really, it almost is as if we had two different sets of parents and I think I'm a hell of a lot more worldly (what a quaint term!) than both of them . . . and MUCH more risque and why don't I get credit for risqueness within my family? I want to be the troubled, on the edge kid. The artist. Fuck. Whatevs.
Ten minutes up!
The sinners are much more fun
You know, only the good die young!
Yeah, Billy Joel. Fuck it, time to rock, and whatever . . . who cares if I suck, can't I be passionate and maybe it won't work?
I want to design t shirts--anyone else in? You know who you are!
Starting now, rockin' without worrying. I'm typing this as a ten minute thing, so we'll see how it goes. No agonizing, no worrying, just write write write.
I'm kind of tired, zonked, whatever. I bought a light from Pearl River for my bro for Christmas. It's a crepe-paper fish. Not sure if it's ugly or inspired. Do I really care? No. Remember, NEW MOTTO IS I'M NOT SORRY. Fuck it.
Sounds perfect.
C'mon, show me a sign
send up a signal, I'll throw you a line
I love my ITunes on random. And, with me, random it certainly is. Hopefully we'll get a Broadway fave soon. I want to do something tonight. I want to take dance classes this break. I need $$$. Hopefully soon . . . I want to relax. I want to write. I want to do a lot, and I'm excited for the challenge. I love how it was semi-warm today. I love Curious George. Not sure how much I like certain professors. Whatevah. I wish I had a TiVo. And good tv. That would be absolutely transcendent. I think TV makes me more creative. Maybe I just feel like that because it's SUCH a novelty for me when I get to watch good TV. But at Bari's apartment, it was awesome, I watched so much Lifetime and MTV and HBO . . . ooooh, HBO. I miss Sex and the City. I want to be Samantha, I do, I do, I do. I'm trying to get my hair to be a bit more Samantha, it's almost long enough. I can't wait until . . . something. Hmmm . . .
Ten minutes is a lot longer than one thinks. Two more minutes to go. I have an interview at Seventeen tomorrow. Woop woop! Not sure about Christmas plans yet, a little nervous about that, family is exhausting . . .! I can't wait til I can do my OWN Christmas, I also think it's weird how my brothers and I have such a different conception of celebrating, of life in general . . . but really, it almost is as if we had two different sets of parents and I think I'm a hell of a lot more worldly (what a quaint term!) than both of them . . . and MUCH more risque and why don't I get credit for risqueness within my family? I want to be the troubled, on the edge kid. The artist. Fuck. Whatevs.
Ten minutes up!