I think everybody wants to be famous
I have stayed up the entire night. I watched Factory Girl, it was a good movie. For some reason it made me sad. Edie Sedgwick now intrigues me, she was just as interesting as Andy Warhol was. There was this monstrously large book that I saw at Barnes and Nobles about Andy Warhol and I probably should've bought it when I saw it, but I didn't and the other day when I went book shopping it wasn't there. I can't remember if I had written about this before. Hmm.
Since I had nothing better to do and I had been lying in bed for about four hours, at round six I started taking photos of everything. My window, my hands, my hair, my room. Concepts arose from those photos and I am going to paint them today. How does anyone wake up this early. I am starving.
Caesar finally talked to me about what happened etc. etc. Thank God, I also came clean. This is getting kind of repetitive, but yeah he confessed to thinking I was a bad girlfriend and such (all which he told Alex before me) and all minuscule suspicions and such. That's good that he finally talked to me, because I was getting huffed at the fact that he hadn't talked to me about it. But it's all good. He also cleared up how fast he got a new girlfriend.
Now, in a few minutes I'm getting dressed so I can go with my dad to Best Buy to buy Pokemon Battle Revolution (HELL YES) and get myself a new sketchbook and a few pens/colors so I can fill that sketchbook all this summer. I'm excited. Still hungry.
- Karina