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this summer's finally drawing to a close. i kinda wish it wouldn't but i'm starting to get restless. i miss school and freedom. i get so bored here. i get bored in peoria too but at least there i can do whatever i want whenever i want to. i'll be going back to peoria on tuesday or wednesday. Aug 23rd will mark the beginning of my last semester at Bradley. that is unless i decide to drag it out a little longer.... i'll have to work on that plan...
Truck and i tye dyed last night. my hands and nails are black. i got most of it off after scrubbing my hands with rubbing alcohol and nail polish remover. but my nails were still black, at least under them, so i cut them off... i don't like having short nails. i can't do anything. it took me forever to get my bagel out of the toaster without burning myself. i hope they grow back soon.
if your still reading this you should know that i'm still typing out of broedom. i really don't have anything interesting to say. i mean i just told you about how my hands and nails were discolored. are you kidding?!!? that's so uninteresting. but who reads this anyways? it's really just a cathartic tool for me. it's not meant to entertain anyone else. i think i have more private entries than public ones. that's weird. i don't know maybe not.
i was just thinking about my little studio that i had when i lived in the city. i used to paint and my dad set up a whole little work area for me in the basement. i used to sit down there for hours and paint. mostly parrots. that was really all i could do i think. but non the less. at lest it resembled something which is more than i can say for the rest of the kid in my class at school. i think about that little "studio" a lot lately. i don't know why. it was agood time. i should do that again... maybe i'll do some paintings for my apt. WOW that's a fucking good idea! hell yes! i'm super excited now.
that's another thing. i seem to be the most inspired and motivated at the worst time. it's past 1am right now. everyone is sleeping. i think. i can't ask my mom where all the paint stuff is and i can't dig around for it in the basement because mikey's sleeping. this sucks. oh well i'll do it tomorrow. maybe...
wow i really am just going on and on aren't i? i wonder who is reading this. if you read this let me know. i don't know what difference it makes. maybe i'm just that bored. alright well i'm gonna take something and pass out for the 4th time today.... 5 more days til peoria... at least some of those days include the weekend. lata.
Truck and i tye dyed last night. my hands and nails are black. i got most of it off after scrubbing my hands with rubbing alcohol and nail polish remover. but my nails were still black, at least under them, so i cut them off... i don't like having short nails. i can't do anything. it took me forever to get my bagel out of the toaster without burning myself. i hope they grow back soon.
if your still reading this you should know that i'm still typing out of broedom. i really don't have anything interesting to say. i mean i just told you about how my hands and nails were discolored. are you kidding?!!? that's so uninteresting. but who reads this anyways? it's really just a cathartic tool for me. it's not meant to entertain anyone else. i think i have more private entries than public ones. that's weird. i don't know maybe not.
i was just thinking about my little studio that i had when i lived in the city. i used to paint and my dad set up a whole little work area for me in the basement. i used to sit down there for hours and paint. mostly parrots. that was really all i could do i think. but non the less. at lest it resembled something which is more than i can say for the rest of the kid in my class at school. i think about that little "studio" a lot lately. i don't know why. it was agood time. i should do that again... maybe i'll do some paintings for my apt. WOW that's a fucking good idea! hell yes! i'm super excited now.
that's another thing. i seem to be the most inspired and motivated at the worst time. it's past 1am right now. everyone is sleeping. i think. i can't ask my mom where all the paint stuff is and i can't dig around for it in the basement because mikey's sleeping. this sucks. oh well i'll do it tomorrow. maybe...
wow i really am just going on and on aren't i? i wonder who is reading this. if you read this let me know. i don't know what difference it makes. maybe i'm just that bored. alright well i'm gonna take something and pass out for the 4th time today.... 5 more days til peoria... at least some of those days include the weekend. lata.