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...i hit back when hit.
On this night, I have been on a mission for almost two hours. I have searched the internet for an extended period of time to find a video Rubik's cube solution, because all I wanted to do is solve this Rubik's cube that Kristin's roomate, Sam, brought with her to the apartment. And, for the life of me, I cannot find it. It has been the most frustrating experience of my whole life. And finally, I have given up on this search for the simple fact that I cannot find it, no matter how much effort I seem to put into it.
...and attack when attacked.
But, in other news, I got my first acceptance letter lest night. It came from a definite possibility: UB. It made me feel like... I'm ready to grow up. And its a nice feeling. It makes me really think about how I am going to be going to a new place with a new environment--become someone new. I feel excited for my future.
And on the topic of college- I started giving thought to what I want to do with my life. And tonight, Kristin and I took the liberty of dressing Sam up. I picked out a punky and Erin-esque kind of outfit while Kristin did her hair and make-up. And let me tell you that it looked awesome!
And this led me to one hell of a idea. I have been thinking that I wanted to possibly go to college for fashion design, and tonight I realized that it is a real choice. I really could do it! So, I told Kristin that when I go to New York and I have a whole clothing line, that she had to come and do the hair and make-up of all my models for my runway shows. It was beautiful, like we had made some kind of definite plan for this.
My runway shows would go like this: The clothing designs I had made would be a playful and punky splash of color on a dark background. Like the black and white movies that only have a few things that are coming through in living techni-color. Kristin would have made my models look like dolls, which would've accented each outfit that they were wearing personally. My runway would be decorated like some kind of complicated stage show, shifting from one style and place to the next flawlessly. Intertwining so many different moods into one. And the music that my girls would walk to wouldn't be within the normal standards. It would be more along the lines of Panic! At The Disco and Motion City Soundtrack and My Chemical Romance. And it wouldn't just be a show, it would be a cabaret. It would tell a story.
In the end, I just feel completely happy and content with my thoughts. And right now, in this moment, that's all that matters to me.
On this night, I have been on a mission for almost two hours. I have searched the internet for an extended period of time to find a video Rubik's cube solution, because all I wanted to do is solve this Rubik's cube that Kristin's roomate, Sam, brought with her to the apartment. And, for the life of me, I cannot find it. It has been the most frustrating experience of my whole life. And finally, I have given up on this search for the simple fact that I cannot find it, no matter how much effort I seem to put into it.
...and attack when attacked.
But, in other news, I got my first acceptance letter lest night. It came from a definite possibility: UB. It made me feel like... I'm ready to grow up. And its a nice feeling. It makes me really think about how I am going to be going to a new place with a new environment--become someone new. I feel excited for my future.
And on the topic of college- I started giving thought to what I want to do with my life. And tonight, Kristin and I took the liberty of dressing Sam up. I picked out a punky and Erin-esque kind of outfit while Kristin did her hair and make-up. And let me tell you that it looked awesome!
And this led me to one hell of a idea. I have been thinking that I wanted to possibly go to college for fashion design, and tonight I realized that it is a real choice. I really could do it! So, I told Kristin that when I go to New York and I have a whole clothing line, that she had to come and do the hair and make-up of all my models for my runway shows. It was beautiful, like we had made some kind of definite plan for this.
My runway shows would go like this: The clothing designs I had made would be a playful and punky splash of color on a dark background. Like the black and white movies that only have a few things that are coming through in living techni-color. Kristin would have made my models look like dolls, which would've accented each outfit that they were wearing personally. My runway would be decorated like some kind of complicated stage show, shifting from one style and place to the next flawlessly. Intertwining so many different moods into one. And the music that my girls would walk to wouldn't be within the normal standards. It would be more along the lines of Panic! At The Disco and Motion City Soundtrack and My Chemical Romance. And it wouldn't just be a show, it would be a cabaret. It would tell a story.
In the end, I just feel completely happy and content with my thoughts. And right now, in this moment, that's all that matters to me.