brain spill
i call it quits. my life is sooooooooo boring. honestly look at all these cool kids goin to shows to and fro every weekend, parties here parties there, chattin it up with friends from all over the damn puget sound as if they were placed there like sets of girl scout troops or somethin. man, and what do i do each and every weekend? nothing. but you know what thats okay because i actually like being by myself, it gives me time to think about things i usually dont. or wouldnt like to. well im super excited for the 16th because me and my fellow astro boy are gonna have a blast (pardon that pun) at the assembly and no one will know why except for us. wow, right now i feel like i should be in some independent film like like like sideways or something or like garden state and i wish i could pick the soundtrack and people could watch it and be like woah. carmen? geeez youre life aint coreographed now is it? no no its not young movie critic. wait, what the hell am i talking about? im seriously writing this for no reason. im just typing on and on and on and on for no reason but hey its therapeutic. seriously i know what i want to be when i grow up. a traveling photojournalist. stationed in some full on culture filled land. where each day holds new discoveries. or id like to be a fashion photographer. like ever since i saw this one neat layout in ten by ten i was like BAHHH, so cool. but i guess i dont know all the nooks and crannies to those pro cameras like all these cool myspace kids claim they know?
well ive come up with a cool little theory: being photogenic does not make one a good photographer. basically you could feel ugly as shit or perhaps look the part and you could be the best photographer and tell all those beautiful andy warhol descents to hell with them. but dont get me wrong andy warhol is one helluva man. anyways, to tell you the truth im just trying out all this writing style to see which one suits my mood the best, and this ones doing kinda good. maybe some spacing would do me good. hey, woah. i know. i want to become a writer, a fashion photojournalist writer. it can happen? yeahhh just give me enough time ill become talented sooner than later. oh man i think i have my week planned for this next week. i decided. i am going to take a displacement week this coming week. a what week you say? a displacement week. i will dislpace myself from people i usually talk to and just let myself and time take its path. at lunch i want to be by myself and listen to peachcake and sleep in the leaves. i mean is that WEIRD if i want to displace my self from my friends, family, boyfriend, social beings? by the way, i have no fucking idea how i of all people have a boyfriend.i mean im just soooo weird. things i do should keep guys away. and i have a boyfriend? wtf? this wasnt supposed to even happen. honestly i think im one weird kid. honestly. people dont know HALF of my quirks or what i think up in my head its sad i wish i could say what i thought sometimes, but even my closest friends would be like what the truck? weirdoooo. seriously my writing keeps me weird. its weird.
OOOOOH GUESS WHAT? what? well im glad you asked. i found alot of my old short stories that i wrote in elementary school in my dads old laptop. hahahaha they were under the document lickitysplit literature. hahahah i was such a creative kid i know. i wrote ones about these fairy scouts trying to get to the grand fairy brownie assembly mansion or something. then i wrote one about this museum where the statues and artifacts came to life and talked to you and spent time with you. and i think i will print out those short stories and read them during lunch and just chill with myself. oh great. the name of the song im listening to is public pervert. what is it trying to imply? hahahah probably nothing actually. anyways, anyone up for skate king? i wanna go but too many people think that place smells. or perhaps to visit my old neighborhood and play? i really feel like getting away and just being by myself and like plus one more person, thats it. man, im sorry you had to read all of this. dont worry ill sign your copy of my novels when they come out:)
carmen astro girl OUT( i think ill end like that for now on)
p.s. would it be out of this nucleus to go ahead and kiss the guy instead of waiting for him to quit being a shy noodle? just a thought...
well ive come up with a cool little theory: being photogenic does not make one a good photographer. basically you could feel ugly as shit or perhaps look the part and you could be the best photographer and tell all those beautiful andy warhol descents to hell with them. but dont get me wrong andy warhol is one helluva man. anyways, to tell you the truth im just trying out all this writing style to see which one suits my mood the best, and this ones doing kinda good. maybe some spacing would do me good. hey, woah. i know. i want to become a writer, a fashion photojournalist writer. it can happen? yeahhh just give me enough time ill become talented sooner than later. oh man i think i have my week planned for this next week. i decided. i am going to take a displacement week this coming week. a what week you say? a displacement week. i will dislpace myself from people i usually talk to and just let myself and time take its path. at lunch i want to be by myself and listen to peachcake and sleep in the leaves. i mean is that WEIRD if i want to displace my self from my friends, family, boyfriend, social beings? by the way, i have no fucking idea how i of all people have a boyfriend.i mean im just soooo weird. things i do should keep guys away. and i have a boyfriend? wtf? this wasnt supposed to even happen. honestly i think im one weird kid. honestly. people dont know HALF of my quirks or what i think up in my head its sad i wish i could say what i thought sometimes, but even my closest friends would be like what the truck? weirdoooo. seriously my writing keeps me weird. its weird.
OOOOOH GUESS WHAT? what? well im glad you asked. i found alot of my old short stories that i wrote in elementary school in my dads old laptop. hahahaha they were under the document lickitysplit literature. hahahah i was such a creative kid i know. i wrote ones about these fairy scouts trying to get to the grand fairy brownie assembly mansion or something. then i wrote one about this museum where the statues and artifacts came to life and talked to you and spent time with you. and i think i will print out those short stories and read them during lunch and just chill with myself. oh great. the name of the song im listening to is public pervert. what is it trying to imply? hahahah probably nothing actually. anyways, anyone up for skate king? i wanna go but too many people think that place smells. or perhaps to visit my old neighborhood and play? i really feel like getting away and just being by myself and like plus one more person, thats it. man, im sorry you had to read all of this. dont worry ill sign your copy of my novels when they come out:)
carmen astro girl OUT( i think ill end like that for now on)
p.s. would it be out of this nucleus to go ahead and kiss the guy instead of waiting for him to quit being a shy noodle? just a thought...