sleep: so over-rated
so it's 6 am, and i haven't gone to sleep yet. this his becoming a trend. it was ok last "night," because it was a snow day yesterday. today, however, will be different. i have 3 classes and the show. can someone give me a "monster." fucking yeah.
the show i'm going to is the taste of chaos tour. i'm such a dork, cuz i love emo so much. it's not even cool kid emo. it's friggen the used. whatever. i'm going to marry burt mccracken... and gerard from mcr. fuck you. i'm fucking stoked.
it's supposed to snow today. hopefully all the bands will get to portland ok.
according to a friend of mine, i look gay but not butch... even when i wear tank tops, boots, and bandanas. impressive, i think.
i drew really fun still lives of tea pots and hello kitty purse and spoons and hmm gin and elefant figurines and fun stuff like that. fun!
spring break starts saturday. i'm just going to chill. just relax and prep my mind, body, ect. for the long haul that will be the remainder of the semester... and more "nights" like the ones i've been rocking lately.
for extra credit i can pass in my sketchbook(s) with my drawing portfolio. i'm, of course, going to, but my professor will think of me differently based on its contence. i draw/write some pretty interesting shit, man. it's art school. i'm sure she's seen stranger things... on a regular basis. yeah, it's fine.
ehh the cafe should be open. i promised myself breakfast in exchange for staying up so much. mmm. i want...french toast, but i did not work hard enough to eat something so totally bad for me. listen to that. i should rephrase: something that makes me so fat. i just drank an energy drink that contains caffeine that weighs as much as a nickle and makes you pea neon so that i could stay up for an entire night (agian) drawing pictures of nearly empty bottles of gin. i obviosly don't care what is and is not bad for me.
the show i'm going to is the taste of chaos tour. i'm such a dork, cuz i love emo so much. it's not even cool kid emo. it's friggen the used. whatever. i'm going to marry burt mccracken... and gerard from mcr. fuck you. i'm fucking stoked.
it's supposed to snow today. hopefully all the bands will get to portland ok.
according to a friend of mine, i look gay but not butch... even when i wear tank tops, boots, and bandanas. impressive, i think.
i drew really fun still lives of tea pots and hello kitty purse and spoons and hmm gin and elefant figurines and fun stuff like that. fun!
spring break starts saturday. i'm just going to chill. just relax and prep my mind, body, ect. for the long haul that will be the remainder of the semester... and more "nights" like the ones i've been rocking lately.
for extra credit i can pass in my sketchbook(s) with my drawing portfolio. i'm, of course, going to, but my professor will think of me differently based on its contence. i draw/write some pretty interesting shit, man. it's art school. i'm sure she's seen stranger things... on a regular basis. yeah, it's fine.
ehh the cafe should be open. i promised myself breakfast in exchange for staying up so much. mmm. i want...french toast, but i did not work hard enough to eat something so totally bad for me. listen to that. i should rephrase: something that makes me so fat. i just drank an energy drink that contains caffeine that weighs as much as a nickle and makes you pea neon so that i could stay up for an entire night (agian) drawing pictures of nearly empty bottles of gin. i obviosly don't care what is and is not bad for me.