after holing up in my apartment all evening...
i realized maybe it's kind of time to get my head out of the proverbial asshole that was my excuses and finally make something worth anything, meaning - i think i have a good feeling about this semester.
There are too many looming things though. such as, today the ATM machine ate my ATM card, i have to pay $16 for expeditied shipping, and I'm getting my finances together and waiting for my w2s. DOESN"T THAT SOUND ADULT LIKE??
I almost had a PMS feuled breakdown the other (week) day that consisted of me convincing myself that 2004 was the best year of my life, and then I laid in the middle of my living room on the floor while a solitary tear ran down my cheek. It was the most dramatic moment of my January. Of course 5 minutes after that my boyfriend came over, made me dinner, told me I did a great job fixing his jeans, I met a bunch of friends, we all had beers, the kind where you're not drunk just happy to be around each other and then we all went to Dunkin' Doughnuts.
so in every action I proved myself wrong. Being 16 sucked.
And today I calmed down and babysat for the carriers of some type of inhuman virus that caused the boy to look especially pale and not eat the quesedilla I made him.
anyways, here are some things that I think are just fantastic:
my friends have a print/comic collective called closed caption comics:
http://www.closedcaptioncomics.blogspot.com/
im making a quilt
There are too many looming things though. such as, today the ATM machine ate my ATM card, i have to pay $16 for expeditied shipping, and I'm getting my finances together and waiting for my w2s. DOESN"T THAT SOUND ADULT LIKE??
I almost had a PMS feuled breakdown the other (week) day that consisted of me convincing myself that 2004 was the best year of my life, and then I laid in the middle of my living room on the floor while a solitary tear ran down my cheek. It was the most dramatic moment of my January. Of course 5 minutes after that my boyfriend came over, made me dinner, told me I did a great job fixing his jeans, I met a bunch of friends, we all had beers, the kind where you're not drunk just happy to be around each other and then we all went to Dunkin' Doughnuts.
so in every action I proved myself wrong. Being 16 sucked.
And today I calmed down and babysat for the carriers of some type of inhuman virus that caused the boy to look especially pale and not eat the quesedilla I made him.
anyways, here are some things that I think are just fantastic:
my friends have a print/comic collective called closed caption comics:
http://www.closedcaptioncomics.blogspot.com/
im making a quilt