hey..hey
well i think i just lost like five pounds out my ass if you know what i mean.
i have a lot of work to do. eveyrone in class really enjoyed the rough of my documentary, which was encouraging and nice.
i just want to go to sleep.
after school...i went to the bookstore..and ended up buying a bunch of things that im not sure what i'll do with. like...14 sheets of vellum paper
vellum:
A fine parchment made from calfskin, lambskin, or kidskin and used for the pages and binding of books.
A work written or printed on this parchment.
A heavy off-white fine-quality paper resembling this parchment.
wtf? i really hope its not made out of a calf or a lamb. a little kid i guess would be ok. but im about to be sad if thats true. :/ ugh. i just looked it up in the dictionary cause i wasnt sure if it was spelled with one "l" or two...and now i had to learn that information and so now im not as happy about my purchase. for the love of davis, wtf mate?
i also bought a huge sheet of thick cardboard that is a beautiful bright shade of blue. its glorious. and a hooded sweatshirt...that i can envision myself wearing in denmark so that people will know im a foreigner and will be like hey...where are you from. you know, a regular ice-breaker. and i got three rolls of tissue paper stuff that was on clearance. one is leopard print...oh yes, and one is thin white with tiny stars weaved in the paper fibers and the other is black with bits of newspaper in it. annnnnnnnnnnnd i got some craft glue...and some spray paint (that...i actually need) and i wish i would have bought some vaseline cherry intensive lip treatment that comes in the little squeeze tubes. my lips have been craving that. i wonder if they still make it.
so i had a conversation with my video the other nite during our sleepover. it went like this.
me: soo what do you want to do next?!
video: give me a makeover!!!
me: but...we ALWAYS do that...
damn livejournal why cant i underline italicize or bold things? maybe i have to be a paid member to get those kind of royal benefits that should fucking be had by everyone in todays free land of america right? i mean...its like world wide web...world wide unite through type, no?
oook. what do you want for christmas everyone? i need to start making presents. not like i have time. so it would really be best if you asked me for a piece of skin off my back. cause that would be easier. i mean really. im serious.
so i met a guy on the bus the other day....okay i wanted to tell an interesting story..and that sure as hell would be the start of one, eh? but its not true...so i guess ill stop telling that right now.
hmm..what can i tell about my life lately that might be of some interest? well...ivan keeps trying to get up on me. and i keep kicking him down...its a vicious cycle i tell you. um...im doing a lot of laundry and last nite i chatted it up with kay in the kitchen. i asked her if she works in town...she claims to have some sort of "office" job at st. joseph hospital. pfsshhh. f that i say. like they would let a woman with a hole in her skirt that runs from her inner thigh to her purply outer side of her knee? i think not. but we can all hope for kay.
so i got stuff in the mail from denmark...like places that i could maybe live. but im not sure how im going to possibly find out where to live until i get there. i dont want to set myself up to live in a really unfun piece of shit place, you know? i mean cant i just rough it on the streets with my ten bags of luggage for a week or so? ha. right...i think i might really learn to not be the person that i am when i go on this trip. i also hope to fall in love with myself...and to really learn some things about life...you know? the quality times...the late nite stays in a strangers room that smells like burnt wood and eating crackers...or the cold kitchen filled with warm smiles. um...poetry class kelsey? yeah...check it out.
im going to stop writing in this livejournal right now. and so i guess it wont be live anymore. it will just be my journal entry for today...forever. maybe i'll never write again. what would you think of me then...what will they all think of me? will they think im a star??
-kelsey
i have a lot of work to do. eveyrone in class really enjoyed the rough of my documentary, which was encouraging and nice.
i just want to go to sleep.
after school...i went to the bookstore..and ended up buying a bunch of things that im not sure what i'll do with. like...14 sheets of vellum paper
vellum:
A fine parchment made from calfskin, lambskin, or kidskin and used for the pages and binding of books.
A work written or printed on this parchment.
A heavy off-white fine-quality paper resembling this parchment.
wtf? i really hope its not made out of a calf or a lamb. a little kid i guess would be ok. but im about to be sad if thats true. :/ ugh. i just looked it up in the dictionary cause i wasnt sure if it was spelled with one "l" or two...and now i had to learn that information and so now im not as happy about my purchase. for the love of davis, wtf mate?
i also bought a huge sheet of thick cardboard that is a beautiful bright shade of blue. its glorious. and a hooded sweatshirt...that i can envision myself wearing in denmark so that people will know im a foreigner and will be like hey...where are you from. you know, a regular ice-breaker. and i got three rolls of tissue paper stuff that was on clearance. one is leopard print...oh yes, and one is thin white with tiny stars weaved in the paper fibers and the other is black with bits of newspaper in it. annnnnnnnnnnnd i got some craft glue...and some spray paint (that...i actually need) and i wish i would have bought some vaseline cherry intensive lip treatment that comes in the little squeeze tubes. my lips have been craving that. i wonder if they still make it.
so i had a conversation with my video the other nite during our sleepover. it went like this.
me: soo what do you want to do next?!
video: give me a makeover!!!
me: but...we ALWAYS do that...
damn livejournal why cant i underline italicize or bold things? maybe i have to be a paid member to get those kind of royal benefits that should fucking be had by everyone in todays free land of america right? i mean...its like world wide web...world wide unite through type, no?
oook. what do you want for christmas everyone? i need to start making presents. not like i have time. so it would really be best if you asked me for a piece of skin off my back. cause that would be easier. i mean really. im serious.
so i met a guy on the bus the other day....okay i wanted to tell an interesting story..and that sure as hell would be the start of one, eh? but its not true...so i guess ill stop telling that right now.
hmm..what can i tell about my life lately that might be of some interest? well...ivan keeps trying to get up on me. and i keep kicking him down...its a vicious cycle i tell you. um...im doing a lot of laundry and last nite i chatted it up with kay in the kitchen. i asked her if she works in town...she claims to have some sort of "office" job at st. joseph hospital. pfsshhh. f that i say. like they would let a woman with a hole in her skirt that runs from her inner thigh to her purply outer side of her knee? i think not. but we can all hope for kay.
so i got stuff in the mail from denmark...like places that i could maybe live. but im not sure how im going to possibly find out where to live until i get there. i dont want to set myself up to live in a really unfun piece of shit place, you know? i mean cant i just rough it on the streets with my ten bags of luggage for a week or so? ha. right...i think i might really learn to not be the person that i am when i go on this trip. i also hope to fall in love with myself...and to really learn some things about life...you know? the quality times...the late nite stays in a strangers room that smells like burnt wood and eating crackers...or the cold kitchen filled with warm smiles. um...poetry class kelsey? yeah...check it out.
im going to stop writing in this livejournal right now. and so i guess it wont be live anymore. it will just be my journal entry for today...forever. maybe i'll never write again. what would you think of me then...what will they all think of me? will they think im a star??
-kelsey