So teeth removal removes rather less drilling and rather more dribbling all over yourself than I expected. The funnest part is them trying to find a vein in my hand. My tiny shallow veins- once again proving that I can never become a junkie ( Read more... )

Finals are approaching as I bask in the warm, loving glow of the collegiate quarters system. In proper adherence to the fine art school tradition of looking like a fucking crazy person, I spent several hours today attempting to develop an efficient method of nailing clothes to the wall ( Read more... )

So, my life has finally descended into wacky sitcom levels. I blame boys. You see, boys never hit on me normally. They always do it some bizarre roundabout way involving love notes on calculators or lusting after my Masonhood and shit. I don't know. Maybe it's a gypsy curse or something ( Read more... )

( I guess there just comes a time in every young woman's life when she has to write her mother an angry letter asking why she was never told about the AIDS baby. )

Having terrible time concentrating and finishing my work in one sitting. This could be blamed on my depression or, alternately, on the damn marker fumes making me dizzy so I wander off to find snacks every half hour or so. Prismacolors are so shiny and fun and I should really look in more thoroughly ventilating my work area ( Read more... )

have not been talkative late, dealing with some stuff and things. Should be fine, if I do not succumb to ink poisoning and acetone fumes. Art is dangerous people. Also, may have had a "minor disassociative episode". Psychiatrists are unhelpful ( Read more... )

I am alone and angsty, which I thought was suppose to end once I hit 19 but oh well. Since everyone I know is far away, my only option is to become a reclusive alcoholic novelist, writing heartbreaking tales about the human condition and having sex with questionable strangers and eating cornflakes in Jack Daniels for breakfast ( Read more... )

Am back in my dorm room, which is now sans-room mate and therefore much more tolerable. I also have an extra bed, which is a sure sign you guys need to come visit me ( Read more... )

I am very tired this week, becoming immersed in the web of finals that are bearing down upon me. Actually, lie. I have no homework, except extra credit for color theory, which I think I got an automatic A in ever since the teacher found out my dad's a printer and I know how to change RBG to CMY in my head. I am a loser ( Read more... )