i love these times. I think that occurences that are expected to be brilliantly happy result in some shit storm that swallowed you up and spit you back out only to leave you nude on some concrete floor. And all you can do is get up and look at your reflection in some oil puddle, reminding you of what a fuck up you are. I love this sunday because i ( Read more... )

I can't believe i'm still trying to make this LJ thing happen it is clear i cannot write a blog. Well at least write and finish one. I think its because i have to type and i love writing by hand. Not because i have good penmanship or like how it looks i just think it's more natural or something. I don't  don't know i'm weird. Anyway this entry is ( Read more... )

what a day it had been. I how do i feel about my day, past present and future? Do tell. I shall.

I woke up late for about the 5th time this year. Sad, I'm officially a robot.

School was fun. I did crafty shit in art for peer tutoring tommorow. I realized my new art piece "Twilght" depicts a girl intended to look like a hippie but now looks like a ( Read more... )

Since most of my entries are about Ingrid anyway  another one won't hurt. Mind you I don't even see her often, just the few times i do, they are very much memorable.

Anyway I helped her write an essay last Wednesday and we spent five hours working on it... Well most of that time was spent fucking around. The essay was a personal one and my objective ( Read more... )

A weekend that makes the others weep beneath their ignorance. This weekend changed my life. Before this weekend I was one person and now I am awake.

It began the previous Friday the 12th i think. I met my grandfather and my mothers half siblings for the first time in my 17 years. I never felt the broken desire to see them. But when meeting them i ( Read more... )

Today i found out my friend, Ingrid, you know the one i made cry, is out of my government class. She really did keep me sane there. I quite literally feel alone there. I'm so codependent. Whatever. Kill my trance.  

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I truly believe that my art is not a result of some god given talent but rather a fundamental desire to make my ideas beautiful. When I arrive at those trivial moments in my life when I am unable express my ideas ( Read more... )

Okay. Finally. Despite having created this account months ago I've always felt as though in order to blog or keep a journal you need to have some sort of substance your life. So i recently decided it's time to commence my journal writing. Anyway I am initiating the journal with an experience that i happened to experience several weeks ago. I ( Read more... )