As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve. And I am never real; it is just a sketch in me. And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time. So now I park my car down by the cathedral, where the ( Read more... )

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guess who found her boxcar racer cd?!
oh bastard child of blink 182.
you bring me a great joy.

i almost killed the dean.

i've come to the conclusion that i should really just die. like, right now. our lives are coming to an end, there's nothing good that can come from the future. why the hell do i want to go into graphic design? well, it's teh only thing that i can really think of that i might be good at, and that won't bore me to death. but its such a shitty choice ( Read more... )

i went to walgreens and bought:
48 sheets of construction paper
18 strawberry sour punch straws
2 black sharpies
and
50 votive candles.

i'm a happy girl.

and i dunno about you guys but
i fucking love the picture
i posted in my last entry.

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oh ska punk show.
you are the only medicine i need.

note to self: never get fake nails again.

awhile back, maybe a year ago i saw an article in the entertainment weekly about the movie "elephant". it was filmed in portland oregon, and one of it's lead characters, eric, was played by a boy named eric deulen. i went to gradecschool with a kid named eric deulen who moved to portland oregon at the end of 4th grade. kids kinda made fun of him, ( Read more... )