uneventful
two finals down. four to go.
these last couple days have been ULTRA-DRAMATIC. all the cool kids are whining, and i just stand there and yell in their faces. whatever, i'm getting the hell out of here come august. i promise not to miss the vast majority of you.
haha. i love it.
lord of the rings. tomorrow. wow. i'm so happy, i could just die. caleb saw it already. said it was better than the first two. unbelieveable, but understandable at the same time.
art is killing me ten times over. i almost blew ten thousand fuses in that class a couple days ago. i ended the birth of my new piece by slashing it with red paint. now i start at the beginning, in search of art that actually means something to me. i don't want someone else's recycled images. i don't want rudimentary colors and bland tones. i want something that screams out "kim" every time someone comes within ten feet of it. but it's hard to know what should represent you when you don't even know who the hell you are. IDENTITY CRISIS AT SEVENTEEN? meh. it's a wreck.
i miss smiling and meaning it, but i do enjoy my intimidating scowl.
these last couple days have been ULTRA-DRAMATIC. all the cool kids are whining, and i just stand there and yell in their faces. whatever, i'm getting the hell out of here come august. i promise not to miss the vast majority of you.
haha. i love it.
lord of the rings. tomorrow. wow. i'm so happy, i could just die. caleb saw it already. said it was better than the first two. unbelieveable, but understandable at the same time.
art is killing me ten times over. i almost blew ten thousand fuses in that class a couple days ago. i ended the birth of my new piece by slashing it with red paint. now i start at the beginning, in search of art that actually means something to me. i don't want someone else's recycled images. i don't want rudimentary colors and bland tones. i want something that screams out "kim" every time someone comes within ten feet of it. but it's hard to know what should represent you when you don't even know who the hell you are. IDENTITY CRISIS AT SEVENTEEN? meh. it's a wreck.
i miss smiling and meaning it, but i do enjoy my intimidating scowl.