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HEY PEOPLE JUST TO REMIND YOU, 20 DAYS LEFT TO MAKE ME THOSE PLUSHIES OF YOURSELVES FOR ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY! PLEASE DO IT, IT'S SOMETHING CHEAP AND EASY AND WOULD MEAN A WHOLE FUCKING LOT TO ME. <3333333333
Not a lot has been really going on lately.
I'm in love with having a small karen class again, i love the people in it for the most part. having carlos and chris and robert clark and adam and mary oates is awesome. it's like this hidden obession of mine to know how other people write, no matter how insignificant the writing may be its always personal in some way to the person that wrote it. i don't know maybe it's just me i just love knowing what people think and i adore getting a glimpse into how they see the world through their writings. having a karen class realy helps sharp tune my "skills" too which is always good, i've always found her difficult because it means there is a lot for my to improve on, i would love to think myself a wonderful writer but its nice when someone slaps you in the face with what you do wrong at the same time. Generating an ego will most definately ruin my style of writing and i don't know how to explain but just simply having a karen class seems healthy for me mentally.
been going to barnes and noble the past two days and i just sit in the starbucks area and listen to the conversations around me while im reading/doing my work. i really miss abcb, even the working there part, it was a lot more comfortable and just im addicted to the feeling of coffeshops. although i have yet to actually go to wilson's. people watching is my favourite thing in the world to do, it's just amazing to me how people act, talk, move, wear, and just simply are and i'm just allowed to view them. unless someone overly caught my eye i would never go to interfere with it, it would be like looking at a painting before it's finsihed. i adore not knowing what they're going to do or know where they're going to go or what they would say to me if i talked to them.
sam lent me 1984, which i've never read before and im starting tonight once i complete this entry. i rarely update and am amazed if people actually read my rants about my classes and hobbies. jud'e and jason, bob, and denise are all moving up to racine about 15 minute walking distance away from my house, for those of you reading who don't know those are my kenosha friends and boyfriend.
im always writing, i really just want to write forever. not like every second but to get a career in writing. i always had dreams and hopes of being an author, a famour writer, but i like the idea of not becoming one as well and just living knowing i have this talent. my book is the only material thing i really cling to apart from maybe my cellphone since that's where everyone's numbers are. it's starting to look all worn and tattered, i like it, it looks good oldish looking. i'm doing well in almost all my classes except for world lit, pulling off a C somehow, but hopefully i'll work that up. i loathe trig and wish colleges wouldn't like to see the grade to go HEY ITS ANOTHER A YOU DIDNT NEED!!
me and becky saw tom R. at barnes and noble today and we got introduced to his son who is overly adorably shy and we talked about why he was here today and such. tom showed me a book he thought i would like which was the script to MIRRORMASK (awesomemoviebytheway) with images from the movie's and sketches by neil gaiman and the other guy that i never remember because he's not neil gaiman. i love whenever i decide to update my livejournal because its all useless things that i adore rambling on about and that i know some poor soul will be sitting there bored on their computer as i am and laugh at reading this.
i wish i had more gigantic stuffed animals and gigantic lollipops, not tobe adorable or anything i just think it would be fucking awesome to have those two.my mind is wandering a lot so i shall leave you, the reader with some lyrics that i have been obsessed with lately.
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home." -Peter Gabriel 'Solsbury Hill
Not a lot has been really going on lately.
I'm in love with having a small karen class again, i love the people in it for the most part. having carlos and chris and robert clark and adam and mary oates is awesome. it's like this hidden obession of mine to know how other people write, no matter how insignificant the writing may be its always personal in some way to the person that wrote it. i don't know maybe it's just me i just love knowing what people think and i adore getting a glimpse into how they see the world through their writings. having a karen class realy helps sharp tune my "skills" too which is always good, i've always found her difficult because it means there is a lot for my to improve on, i would love to think myself a wonderful writer but its nice when someone slaps you in the face with what you do wrong at the same time. Generating an ego will most definately ruin my style of writing and i don't know how to explain but just simply having a karen class seems healthy for me mentally.
been going to barnes and noble the past two days and i just sit in the starbucks area and listen to the conversations around me while im reading/doing my work. i really miss abcb, even the working there part, it was a lot more comfortable and just im addicted to the feeling of coffeshops. although i have yet to actually go to wilson's. people watching is my favourite thing in the world to do, it's just amazing to me how people act, talk, move, wear, and just simply are and i'm just allowed to view them. unless someone overly caught my eye i would never go to interfere with it, it would be like looking at a painting before it's finsihed. i adore not knowing what they're going to do or know where they're going to go or what they would say to me if i talked to them.
sam lent me 1984, which i've never read before and im starting tonight once i complete this entry. i rarely update and am amazed if people actually read my rants about my classes and hobbies. jud'e and jason, bob, and denise are all moving up to racine about 15 minute walking distance away from my house, for those of you reading who don't know those are my kenosha friends and boyfriend.
im always writing, i really just want to write forever. not like every second but to get a career in writing. i always had dreams and hopes of being an author, a famour writer, but i like the idea of not becoming one as well and just living knowing i have this talent. my book is the only material thing i really cling to apart from maybe my cellphone since that's where everyone's numbers are. it's starting to look all worn and tattered, i like it, it looks good oldish looking. i'm doing well in almost all my classes except for world lit, pulling off a C somehow, but hopefully i'll work that up. i loathe trig and wish colleges wouldn't like to see the grade to go HEY ITS ANOTHER A YOU DIDNT NEED!!
me and becky saw tom R. at barnes and noble today and we got introduced to his son who is overly adorably shy and we talked about why he was here today and such. tom showed me a book he thought i would like which was the script to MIRRORMASK (awesomemoviebytheway) with images from the movie's and sketches by neil gaiman and the other guy that i never remember because he's not neil gaiman. i love whenever i decide to update my livejournal because its all useless things that i adore rambling on about and that i know some poor soul will be sitting there bored on their computer as i am and laugh at reading this.
i wish i had more gigantic stuffed animals and gigantic lollipops, not tobe adorable or anything i just think it would be fucking awesome to have those two.my mind is wandering a lot so i shall leave you, the reader with some lyrics that i have been obsessed with lately.
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home." -Peter Gabriel 'Solsbury Hill