bitch i am trying to play the rock and roll
Wow, I haven't been much with the updating livejournal lately have I! But what I have been much with lately is the noticing that life is a cruel snake with bitter herbs and spices, and no one understands my incredibly relevant Home Movies references (not even Caitlin sometimes!).
Anyway I hate hate hate a lot of things and some other things are okay.
OK orgininally stood for "oll korrect" it was a joke see?
I tired and typing with one left hand and sick of failing at everything/ also I want to get let out of the house for more than a few hours at a time and without having to divulge a "state of the homework that i have completed" type address to the Boss of Me
somehow I get released
and somehow no homework is done
oh wait, I did my french! Hooray!
That only leaves every other fuckin subject, I realize now. What Fresh Fuck. Stupid Streetcar Named Desire paper and scholarship essay and painting on a bag and painting on a block of wood and painting on whatever and photomontage story and econ packet and art history chapter.
This is really putting things into perspective! I now see that everything is even worse than I imagined!
me and em...whom I miss dearly right now :(((((((
word to the wise, maybe I only sit where I do in the art room so I can be creepy when people innocently decide to take a nap by the heater
marcus: ho f'sho, with a price that's low
my baby Katje lady in the sunlight
my lovely mug post-getting mauled by my stupid puppy
I'm totally going to get early onset forhead wrinkleS on account of how I have a constantly furrowed brow
Maybe I'll start actually posting arts when if I start drawing more
but then I'd have to be less of a douche...
I don't think this will occur!
ps.
pps. I got into MCAD and the Art Institue
Anyway I hate hate hate a lot of things and some other things are okay.
OK orgininally stood for "oll korrect" it was a joke see?
I tired and typing with one left hand and sick of failing at everything/ also I want to get let out of the house for more than a few hours at a time and without having to divulge a "state of the homework that i have completed" type address to the Boss of Me
somehow I get released
and somehow no homework is done
oh wait, I did my french! Hooray!
That only leaves every other fuckin subject, I realize now. What Fresh Fuck. Stupid Streetcar Named Desire paper and scholarship essay and painting on a bag and painting on a block of wood and painting on whatever and photomontage story and econ packet and art history chapter.
This is really putting things into perspective! I now see that everything is even worse than I imagined!
me and em...whom I miss dearly right now :(((((((
word to the wise, maybe I only sit where I do in the art room so I can be creepy when people innocently decide to take a nap by the heater
marcus: ho f'sho, with a price that's low
my baby Katje lady in the sunlight
my lovely mug post-getting mauled by my stupid puppy
I'm totally going to get early onset forhead wrinkleS on account of how I have a constantly furrowed brow
Maybe I'll start actually posting arts when if I start drawing more
but then I'd have to be less of a douche...
I don't think this will occur!
ps.
pps. I got into MCAD and the Art Institue