inspiration (biggest loud of crap ive written in a while)
i need it. and alot of it.
heh im dumbest person ever. after like nearly 2 years of having this digi camera just realised it has a manual setting setting, (change speed, etc blah) heh. im so dumb. but to say we lost the manual pretty much straight away. and its not like obvious. i think im a genius.
anyway.
borrowed natural born killers from mike so well gonna watch it tonight.
yeah meeting up with ash 2moro..yay :-) going to art gallery i think, although leeds gallery sucks ass. bath noises..wank. hopefully twist her into book-looking with me. so i can find atleast a little new inspiration. and need to go gander in market and places for random objects, synthetics, prosthetics, makeup, but on cheap. (leeds...know any places besides the charity shops, market, etc?)
sometimes i just feel like it would take me being drugged up and on some drip after me catastrophically being run over by a huge dog in order for people to acknowledge me. i duno. guess i always wonder if people think. "issac newton....tele...violence...oh alis.....violence." im not being all like..give me attention. i guess its just a human instinct, a need to be wanted or paid attention. normal i would say. just cant wait to start college. its like starting school all over again. sitting in the car, telling your mum you dont wana go in. sitting shyly at tables. smiling at the cool pretty kids in envy. then 7 years later. find yourself known as tampongirl, ravishing boys and girls on school tables, fantasizing over 30 odd year old tutors, coming in fuckered, fancying people you shouldnt fancy, doing show and tells on your poo, letting tutors see you licking tampons and being fine with it. bizarre world. but yeah back to going to college. just cant wait. i just need new people. people that wana do things. that like to dicuss. diverse. imagin. and have girly sleepovers :-)
anthony "im having my party same day that alis is going out for her birthday. no sweat. everyones comign to my party." well fuck you. as long as im merry, and with people that wana be with me, i aint fussed. my happiest moments are the intimate laughs.
ive got too manty long socks.
and my roots are so high they make as well grow legs and walk me home.
ive got like 6 lollies left in freezer. cant wait. come 8 o'clock im getting one of those bad boys out.
males confuse me so. you dont hear from a guy for weeks. then you do. buhoiroeihrohie. i say cut off all your dicks. theyr ugly. ive offically sewn up my fanny so waht does it matter.
this is becoming abit of a ramble. if youre actually reading this. credit to you.
cant wait for summer..hopefully then i'll have better health. better ears. not chapped lips. not flakey skin. and not such a white ass.
hummmmm. i want tattoo ideas. i want fashion ideas. i want hair ideas. i want artistic ideas. i want the world.
heh im dumbest person ever. after like nearly 2 years of having this digi camera just realised it has a manual setting setting, (change speed, etc blah) heh. im so dumb. but to say we lost the manual pretty much straight away. and its not like obvious. i think im a genius.
anyway.
borrowed natural born killers from mike so well gonna watch it tonight.
yeah meeting up with ash 2moro..yay :-) going to art gallery i think, although leeds gallery sucks ass. bath noises..wank. hopefully twist her into book-looking with me. so i can find atleast a little new inspiration. and need to go gander in market and places for random objects, synthetics, prosthetics, makeup, but on cheap. (leeds...know any places besides the charity shops, market, etc?)
sometimes i just feel like it would take me being drugged up and on some drip after me catastrophically being run over by a huge dog in order for people to acknowledge me. i duno. guess i always wonder if people think. "issac newton....tele...violence...oh alis.....violence." im not being all like..give me attention. i guess its just a human instinct, a need to be wanted or paid attention. normal i would say. just cant wait to start college. its like starting school all over again. sitting in the car, telling your mum you dont wana go in. sitting shyly at tables. smiling at the cool pretty kids in envy. then 7 years later. find yourself known as tampongirl, ravishing boys and girls on school tables, fantasizing over 30 odd year old tutors, coming in fuckered, fancying people you shouldnt fancy, doing show and tells on your poo, letting tutors see you licking tampons and being fine with it. bizarre world. but yeah back to going to college. just cant wait. i just need new people. people that wana do things. that like to dicuss. diverse. imagin. and have girly sleepovers :-)
anthony "im having my party same day that alis is going out for her birthday. no sweat. everyones comign to my party." well fuck you. as long as im merry, and with people that wana be with me, i aint fussed. my happiest moments are the intimate laughs.
ive got too manty long socks.
and my roots are so high they make as well grow legs and walk me home.
ive got like 6 lollies left in freezer. cant wait. come 8 o'clock im getting one of those bad boys out.
males confuse me so. you dont hear from a guy for weeks. then you do. buhoiroeihrohie. i say cut off all your dicks. theyr ugly. ive offically sewn up my fanny so waht does it matter.
this is becoming abit of a ramble. if youre actually reading this. credit to you.
cant wait for summer..hopefully then i'll have better health. better ears. not chapped lips. not flakey skin. and not such a white ass.
hummmmm. i want tattoo ideas. i want fashion ideas. i want hair ideas. i want artistic ideas. i want the world.