a glittery high heel on top of a moving tourbus in the australian outback is the perfect place...
...to dress in drag and sing opera.
*purr*
i had the best weekend in months. friday was "priscilla" which was so fun we didn't charge admission. (i don't care if the sun don't shine, i'll get my lovin' in the evenin' time...) cool jenna went, which rocked, and i announced my plans for her...loudly. i love my little queens, salah and juan, theyre the cutest bitchiest little things in the universe. sitting outside afterwords on the steps of the art temple with the gsa clan, life is worth living, tonight is a good night to die. otis stamp or death, the ultimate campaign slogan. we tried to hijack a key lime pie truck (well...it was driving along and i ran up as close as i could screaming "GIVE US YOUR FUCKING PIE!"), half hour discussions about marivana's insane dandelion hair. W ITALIA.
saturday i spent five hours painting. went to this awesome free youth art thing, which was so well stocked that it was like going into michaels with the ability to do whatever the fuck i wanted. felipe made this awesome clay reptile thing (which is going to be claymation for this movie short) that's very burton and very impressive and i'm glad it's not going to live in my bedroom, because it would give me nightmares. got to play with canvas and paint lovely wooden faeriness, i was surprisingly pleased with the outcome of two of them. "quality time" with felipe and adam, grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. i'm done with the fucking drug lifestyle. ugh. rolled adam into surfside, where people (plural, more than one) decorate their lawns with cows. a brief stopping over at GTA3 hq...barts house...pictures of naked women. i freaking adore bart. we're both leaving in a month, and miami's going to be desolate. he reads things about communism in portuguese, and then i see them, and i smile, and say "if i was brazilian i'd have a crush on you". he's a good hugger, too. his herb plant is like a tree, and theres the cutest little gecko that lives by it...it's like a miniwildlifereserve.
for the first time in a long time, i feel like the demons are on their way out the door. i cannot possibly express what a beautiful change it is. i've even started writing/desigining clothes again. i was making this "senior memory page" for my yearbook, which i'm not even going to buy, and i thought, while pasting pictures of the ones i adore, that although high school certainly wasn't the best years of my life (hopefully not by a long shot), i did have a few damn good times.
we're growing up, kids.
*purr*
i had the best weekend in months. friday was "priscilla" which was so fun we didn't charge admission. (i don't care if the sun don't shine, i'll get my lovin' in the evenin' time...) cool jenna went, which rocked, and i announced my plans for her...loudly. i love my little queens, salah and juan, theyre the cutest bitchiest little things in the universe. sitting outside afterwords on the steps of the art temple with the gsa clan, life is worth living, tonight is a good night to die. otis stamp or death, the ultimate campaign slogan. we tried to hijack a key lime pie truck (well...it was driving along and i ran up as close as i could screaming "GIVE US YOUR FUCKING PIE!"), half hour discussions about marivana's insane dandelion hair. W ITALIA.
saturday i spent five hours painting. went to this awesome free youth art thing, which was so well stocked that it was like going into michaels with the ability to do whatever the fuck i wanted. felipe made this awesome clay reptile thing (which is going to be claymation for this movie short) that's very burton and very impressive and i'm glad it's not going to live in my bedroom, because it would give me nightmares. got to play with canvas and paint lovely wooden faeriness, i was surprisingly pleased with the outcome of two of them. "quality time" with felipe and adam, grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. i'm done with the fucking drug lifestyle. ugh. rolled adam into surfside, where people (plural, more than one) decorate their lawns with cows. a brief stopping over at GTA3 hq...barts house...pictures of naked women. i freaking adore bart. we're both leaving in a month, and miami's going to be desolate. he reads things about communism in portuguese, and then i see them, and i smile, and say "if i was brazilian i'd have a crush on you". he's a good hugger, too. his herb plant is like a tree, and theres the cutest little gecko that lives by it...it's like a miniwildlifereserve.
for the first time in a long time, i feel like the demons are on their way out the door. i cannot possibly express what a beautiful change it is. i've even started writing/desigining clothes again. i was making this "senior memory page" for my yearbook, which i'm not even going to buy, and i thought, while pasting pictures of the ones i adore, that although high school certainly wasn't the best years of my life (hopefully not by a long shot), i did have a few damn good times.
we're growing up, kids.