listening to the belllle and sebastian ( Read more... )

i completely forgot about having this journal ( Read more... )

i'm in that weird phase where I don't dislike life, but i hardly love it either. It's just there and sometimes i feel absoutely ecstatic to be experiencing it. I guess i just want to keep doing that. experiencing. existing. It's easier when, one has no goals, just loose ideas.
well, i'm ouut.

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT ( Read more... )

i'm drawing more chickens
true, i haven't updated this thing in awhile.
but i haven't felt the desire to say much to anyone.
i write in my xanga thing mainly as amunition.
however it's spelled.
i got into the art institute. now i just have to find a way to pay for it. hm.
dyed my hair again. probably will re-dye it.
i want to break out of this.

there 's some hope growing in me
i am reading too many books.
my head is filled with cotton.
my pet mouse made a fort of paper shavings.
his name is pac-man.

i feel so sick right now.
my body is trying to expell my insides.
my german's name is Wasi.
i hope he loves me like emily's cat loves raw cookie dough.
so my birthday is looking up. large party.
eh, i'm done with this.

i don't understand anything at all

we "picked " our germans tonight.

kara's home
perogi fest tomarrow?
i'm seeing death cab apparently on saturday.
it's been around two years(?) since i last saw them.
well, cool.
life is starting to swell up again
expand
should be good.
my birtday is soon.
i had more to say, but it's quickly leaving my head.
see ya

i offically hate tires
men who sell tires
cold weather
and
gas stations

and mr.okeley
because , well he has a large stick up his butt.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
but i got a 95 on my last trig test.