Parents en route to Victorville. Brother at summer school. This sounds as if it will be a repeat entry.

Eyes dry and twitchy. I think I should go find the Visine. Found it, but the package isn't open yet, poo. Dry eyes...! I am imagining myself singing "dry eyes" along to Salty Eyes by The Matches. Ho fun.

Nothing to dump in this here barren journal ( Read more... )

I'm home alone today. Parents are in Victorville checking up on houses. Brother is at summer school.

Summer is already half over for me. This is slightly depressing. July is just busy; I'm still spending most of my time wishing I were more productive. Immediately, after remembering to wish that, I feel it. This "productive" feeling may only last for ( Read more... )

I won't have any by the time I finish sneezing.

Finally got my butt up to moving my stuff around.

raiena-chan.deviantart.com

wheatknee.deviantart.com

I wish I were gay. So I could run away and get married to the woman of my dreams and adopt a house full of wonderful little children.

How much more wisely can my time be spent? At home? Playing video games. On the computer. Wasting my ass away. Crying.

WHEN DID YOU GET THE FUCKING IDEA THAT I WAS EXCITED ABOUT THIS?

No, I don't have any ideas of my own. I'm just a tool. A tool for gay people to take over the world.

He's just using his status as a parent to bully me right now. WHY? No listening. Not anything. It's not a wonder why I don't ever tell him anything. I'm too young to make up my mind about my sexuality/gender/stance on political issues? Then why am I old enough to drive? To establish credit ( Read more... )

I've lost count of how many times I opened the "post an entry" page and didn't type anything into it. I have been twittering though. Junior year is over in six days. I don't feel quite ready even though I am looking forward to summer.

Seventeen years of what has happened?

ATTENTION SPAN DIED.

I haven't drawn anything.
In weeks.
I'm touching pens and pencils everyday, but the only things that come out of them are words. Words words words.

Need to warm up that scanner someday.
Or purposely disconnect the internet, turn up the jams, and stab at it.

I wish it was summer. Yet I don't.

Rarararaggghhh ( Read more... )

I'm aware that my attention is much too scattered, but I decided to make a post regardless.
Maybe I'll edit this later.

I don't feel any older. It's always this way.
When, then, do I actually feel the change?

**Excited for new tablet. D: