I spent eight hours in the basement of the metcalf building today.
made my first mold and poured 6 pieces for the plaster block carving.
I feel so damn productive.

coke fiends run amock.
desperate dancing.

kissed often by a strange gay boy
who says i'd be his girlfriend if he was straight.

while the one I want
stands idly by.

I like classes.
but ceramics is too small
and im always not working when
all my friends are
and vice versa.

i think im going to run away to NYC soon.
melissa is always fun.

cigarettes out the window.
too many drugs,
alone.

finished my piece.
must celebrate this weekend.
there better be a fucking good party.
and someone interesting.

This was an awsome thursday night.
I dont care that I have 2 classes tomorrow,
and im drunk because,

I feel so happy and loved.

Saturday night was amazinaing.

drunk old ra from the quad
she gave me a free jelllo shot a
and bethanmy smoked me up all the time
at leats 5 jelloe shots and more vodka.
david selling too.
gooood high
dancing
the house so full
sfaeride tripo to the party that didnt happens.
now im happy an dloved an dnow bed and sleep.

I'm tired of being ignored. and forgotten. and left behind. DONE ( Read more... )

I want to major in ceramics with every part of my body ( Read more... )

Let me clarify from the start ( Read more... )

The housing selection makes me anxious. It'll be over tonight at least.

I need to go to the nature lab befor everyone gets out of class and my productivity reaches absolute zero.
And take out my garbage sometime during this century.

despite sitting in urine of an unknown origin on the subway to Brooklyn, I am completely content.