Hahahaha how lame.
What's fantastic is reading over this journal, because I realize how awful I was when I wrote in it. It's just weird. I mean, I guess we were ALL like that, at some point or another. It's like... Your boobs growing. At one point, you had no boobs. At one point, I was a creeper. Or I really just tried too hard. And I guess no matter who you are, when you look back on yourself as Younger You, it'll sometimes be a cringe worthy experience. But it's just interesting to reflect like that.
Anywhey.
So I'm really pretty nervous right now. About the future, as in college status. It's nerve wracking, but I did meet a lovely girl today, dancer/artist, who will be attending Evergreen as well. I can't remember her name right now, but I really do like her. She's a cutie and very suave, and so I'm less nervous today than I was yesterday, if only marginally so. Makes sense? I dunno.
Today was nice and I bought a scarf and a FUCKING SWEET necklace with amber. OH terrible story, then I'll wrap it up. OSA screwed us over one last time, by putting up half-assed murals by us onto the bus shelters that span the #12 bus line. Mine in particular is a CRAPASS piece I did in, like, ten fucking seconds. Theirs even less so. So me and Amber have decided to sabotauge (sabatogue? sabotague? what?) it, somehow, so we can save ourselves the embarrassment of public humiliation. The end.
Anywhey.
So I'm really pretty nervous right now. About the future, as in college status. It's nerve wracking, but I did meet a lovely girl today, dancer/artist, who will be attending Evergreen as well. I can't remember her name right now, but I really do like her. She's a cutie and very suave, and so I'm less nervous today than I was yesterday, if only marginally so. Makes sense? I dunno.
Today was nice and I bought a scarf and a FUCKING SWEET necklace with amber. OH terrible story, then I'll wrap it up. OSA screwed us over one last time, by putting up half-assed murals by us onto the bus shelters that span the #12 bus line. Mine in particular is a CRAPASS piece I did in, like, ten fucking seconds. Theirs even less so. So me and Amber have decided to sabotauge (sabatogue? sabotague? what?) it, somehow, so we can save ourselves the embarrassment of public humiliation. The end.