Valentine's day highlight:

A cute dorky-dressed nerdish looking boy introduced himself to me after I asked for a simple instruction for Photoshop.

He was hot...and nerdy! I came up with questions I already had answers to just so that his short voluntary out-of-generosity help would last longer. Lame. I like guys who don't know that they're sexy ( Read more... )

Off-the-point grumbles:

School is overwhelming. Sometimes I feel the need for courage to shoot myself. Pow!

I am totally cashless and running out of food.

Flip your head upside down and check out this pretty rad Bob Marley shirt Casey Piff made, with his artistic abilities for drawing and stencil making, for me.


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I can't get some homework done, I'm too busy fucking around with MySpace.

Aesthetics is bullshit.

Good news: I was invited to a TOGA party. Hopefully I'll make it.

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Portland's been a blast. College life is cool. Some days are blastful, some are chill. I've been told I have yet to see what crazy-fun is all about. So, I'll update (for those who have the least bit of concern) later, when I'm not doing school work, party hopping, or dancing the night away.

By the way, I'm majoring in: Interactive/Multimedia ( Read more... )

Wow. And, yay.

It's finally happened.

After months of planning, dragful discussions, researches, exploring, and frenzied times of complexity, times where my head felt like it was capable of exploding, I've finally been accepted to The Art Institute of Portland. THE ART INSTITUTE of Portland(!!!), a prestigious, highly ranked, specialized ( Read more... )

He came off persistent, pretty desperate to hook up, get laid, or the least have had a damn make out session. I thought, whatever.So, you’re female, at a party, and some sweet-at-first, cool, amusing, funny guy approaches. He and you talk and are mutually entertained…or so you think. Music’s up, the crowd is high, the drunks are friendly, ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas.

So, I turned 18 yesterday! Lala, a new friend I made, brought me to Portland to have me a bumpin' bDay. She hadn't a car to use, so we each paid 10 bucks for the Greyhound and went on a 2 hour trip with random weirdos, quiet people, and a few semi-redneck kids who were obnoxiously talking about sex, the smell of sex, how sex felt like, good sex ( Read more... )