I hate everything. This sucks. I'm never going to class again.

I hate my parents - all they care about is me being this rich and famous somethingorother and it's not what i want to do with my life. It's my birthday and I should get to pick my own career. Fuck this. I want to do hair.

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spent the afternoon at the laundromat down the street from my house reveling in the glamourous cakewalk that is my life. there's something so odd about the laundromat. i think it has to do with what i consider to be a private act being done in public. laundry seems so personal - it's MY smelly socks, MY dirty undies...and here I am exposing it to a ( Read more... )

Hmmm, i wonder where my Ryan is and how he and Gary are doing. Weird thing is, yesterday was the first day since I met Ryan that I didn't speak to him! That's pretty rad. I feel good about that ( Read more... )

Gee golly, I'm so hung over. I didn't even drink that much, but I think the problem was that I drank it too fast, so I naturally started barfing and trying to cram the barf back down as I ran to Luke's bathroom. Nastiness. Poor Robin ( Read more... )

Ditched classes today to watch the painting majors do their thing and talk with Sean and Jesse. I want to paint so i live vicariously through them as i labor away in the dark cave like an editing dwarf, as Jeremy calls us ( Read more... )

I was sitting in the library today and some guy with a fauxhawk walked up to me and told me i was adorable. He turned out to be a hair stylist and I let him cut all my hair off while sitting in the grass outside the cafe and drinking lattes. It was an interesting day to say the least ( Read more... )

Slept through class today and then worked on my zine like a geek nerd combo. Then Sean called and I watched him paint in the studio while talking to Ryan on the phone. It was a pleasant afternoon ( Read more... )