I HAVE A FRIDAY APPOINTMENT TO MEET WITH THE OWNERS OF INK TANK AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELL TO THE YES
HELL TO THE YES!!!!

AND MY GOD THEY SOUNDED LIKE SUCH FUNNY NICE GUYS ON THE PHONE. FEELING SO MUCH BETTER ABOUT ALL THIS.

Feels like it's been ages since I last updated! I'm not very consistent about this stuff. Sorry about that. To be honest I've kind of been in a bad place lately. I'm feeling pretty bad. I don't really know what to say about it other than that I don't really care for a lot of things anymore. Like, I don't feel lonely or anything, because all of a ( Read more... )

Tyler and I are finally done. I'm certain of it. I'm certain because I'm fairly sure he doesn't want to ever talk to me again. I think I might have broken his heart. I feel really guilty, but in my head I know it's just fine and that I shouldn't even give a shit after everything he put me through. So it's cool. I know everything will be fine. I can ( Read more... )

SPRING BREAK THUS FAR, presented to you in bulletpoints with minimal elaboration ( Read more... )

My grades came in the mail yesterday. Let's say that they're simply bitchin'. All 'A's, so that's nice that it kind of paid off. Except my GPA is still a 3.2, despite my GPA this term being a 4.0, so that really sucks. But I'm not going to any kind of actual college so whatever ( Read more... )

I got a Tumblr. I probably update there more than I update here, unfortunately. If you're interested in the Tumblr, it's http://dominikkie.tumblr.com/ for now. There's nothing really personal there, just stuff I did or stuff I like ( Read more... )

Unrelated to anything ever forever and ever but here's what I've been working on since yesterday! Be proud because it's hard for me to start and finish things. It's my Creative Writing final ( Read more... )

can't do this anymore. and thought 'i can't do this anymore,' and questioned why i was even trying to get away. i know why. i know what he's done and what he would do and what he is doing. is this some kind of stupid masochistic desire, am i punishing myself, am i really so desperate for that feeling or just chasing a memory and goddamn as stupid ( Read more... )

Second-guessing myself like a motherfucker. I thought I knew what I wanted to do. I still want to do it. But I really don't know that I'll be any good at it. Honestly I never imagined myself as really a full-on member of the working class. I never saw myself and thought "I'll probably end up working in an office or restaurant or clothing store". It ( Read more... )

Sorry about those last two entries. One was fucking stupid emo shit, and the other was a fucking picture of Reese's. That. Yeah. I don't know.

Talking to relatives is such a hassle sometimes. Talking to anyone is a hassle for me sometimes. Most of the time. It's not that I'm nervous, per se, it's just that I put so much thought into every response ( Read more... )