in my dreams, i am hunting zombies in my own home. rescuing my cats is my priority but i suck at life and my cats end up being attacked and turn into zombies too. and theyre bloody, and wet, and nasty, and bearing all teeth and sass. and then the hunter becomes the hunted.
blah blah blah i want school to get out so i can go all over the place and go to weekend long concerts, go camping, and have a whole shit ton of fun in general.
having a bit of a par-tay this weekend. everyone should come.
johns in town too, which is absolutely amazing. i miss that kid too much when hes gone.
someone has got to make be fucking put all of my stuff up on deviant art because im the worst procrastinator ever and i need motivation.