the break is over and now it's imperative that I start up my ridiculous schedule again, and I'm so so reluctant to go at it. My classes next year will lean more towards studios, so maybe I won't feel so fried. But 'll probably bitch about how much time I spend painting then ( Read more... )

Joey helped me make Turkish delight, we'll see if it tastes good tomorrow. And I got some fennel toothpaste. tastes like liquorice ( Read more... )

It's been nearly four months since I left Porto, and it seems like a lifetime. But I look at the pictures of the people I knew and I can still reproduce their voices and remember what made them laugh. This is the first thing I've written since I've left, I think. Nobody asks me about what I did, which I'm not remorseful about, I just expected ( Read more... )

MY GODDAMN PHONE WAS STOLED AND CALLS WERE MADE. Other than that, life ain't so bad! I've got a great bitch on my arm, interesting friends and I'm really engaged in school.

Holy shit I leave in three days. I'm jittery like I've had four cups of coffee.

Minutes after I wrote that last entry I puked everywhere. Pink.

I am so inebriated right now that I thought that my wallet was stolen. But I was too drunk to notice that I'd left it in my dorm room. It's really a challenge to type. Thank god for European drunken adventures. Blame it on the super bock tango. woo. Now I'm having so much trouble typing that I',m talking like I'm polish, drunken, stupid and yes; ( Read more... )

I have to wake up at two in the morning on wednesday and my full time in transit is 24 and a half hours and school is closed all week but I have to talk to my professor of portuguese about my certification and my screenprinting teacher but i can never find him and I'm worried my grade wont be passing because he barely knows who I am and I have to ( Read more... )

I'm broadening my favorite genre from post apocalyptic sci-fi to any existential thriller sci-fi, especially when it is done in a slick, ambiently soundtracked format. I saw solaris. It reminded me of the fountain. I have a soft spot for above average question-your-life-at-least-for-two-hours movies ( Read more... )

Sharing your heart with someone drains you. And while I am usually very up front with my emotions, I don't like explaining everything that has got me to this point. In the first place, it's not pleasant to re-live the past and secondly don't want to paint my life as some fucking huge tragedy, because it's not ( Read more... )