im so so tired, so tired, but for what? i look back on a day and i really haven't accomplished anything worthwhile, which is espiecially bad right now because my first exams on thursday and its my weakest subject and its going to horrible. i spent ages working on this practise essay the othernight for it and when i showed my teacher she gave it ( Read more... )

i have to perform my monologue tonight at the arts show and im sick sick sickkk this is terrible

so its lactose INtolerant, well that would make alot more sense, i did think that was a rather strange name for it.

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school tomorrow and im writing this to avoid working and i havent studied at all this holidays because, like laura ive become a lazy pig-beast. last night laura threw up on her floor and on her leg and because it looked so disgusting then i threw up, and it went on like that for a while. then we threw orange juice all over the floor and all over ( Read more... )

"I stopped painting in 1990 at the peak of my success just to deny people my beautiful paintings, and I did it out of spite."

I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies.

OH MY/ GOD/ BN'G
i emailed vincent gallo a picture of carl and one of the works he did and he replied!
"he seemed beautiful by photo"

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