So, you have one year to live. Only one year. 365 days from today, you will die. It might be a horrible death, it might be a peaceful death, you don't know...all you know is that in one year. Boom!! Dead ( Read more... )

So, what's up my fellow live journal folk? Are we all happy ( Read more... )

To all my friends, my family and loved ones. Even to the people I hate ( Read more... )

Whoa, what the hell. I haven't been on for a long ass time, I've been busy. One, I went downstate to visit my parents. It was a hell of a weekend and I got to eat a lot of great food. Then I came back on Sunday, just to pack and leave for Chicago. Yes, I spent four days in chi-town, just to sit back and look at a bunch of art. Well, that and see ( Read more... )

I got the house I wanted, I will be moving in soon to a new place. Which means house warming party.

Yesterday was awesome, had a great lunch, got to watch some good movies with some great people. Got to goof off. Then bed.

I drew a really awesome picture yesterday. It was of a zombie holding a flower and a box of brains. It said "If a zombie gives you a flower and a box of brains, he loves you (don't shoot him).

Yeah, that picture was really great, it left really fast though. I gave it away.

So, how's everyone doing? Just to let you all know. I will be moving in a very short period of time, yes, Baraga has been a great place to live. I will miss the house, the noise from the fridge, the horribly small bathroom, the brokenass bed, the sharp incline of the stairs, the leaky fucking toilet. Wait, no I won't miss any of that, the only real ( Read more... )

So, art prom is tonight. I need to dress up and get all painted up. I think I'm going as something dead and cold. Maybe a zombie prom guy or something, all I know is I have to paint my face. That's right ladies, make-up. I'm going in make-up. WEEEEEE. I get to dress up and no one can tell me to take off my shit.

Off my bi-polar medication, now I can actually function as a human. Doctors suck, they really like to jump you into medication that you may or may not need. Being depressed is so far from being bi-polar, its not even funny. When someone places you on a med that changes the function of your brain, you start to believe you might be crazy as a mother ( Read more... )

I need to find another job, and fast.