The official Xena convention is waaaaay too expensive. Creation can bite me. It makes me SICK, yo.

Yeah...getting no fucking help in Digital Media a-fucking-gain!!! Whatever, Mr. Roy. WHATever. "Yeah...there's nothing on the books for you yet...everyone else has been checked." *Goes over to oppostie side of the room, as far as possible away from me.* Is this on purpose? 100 by fucking default I swear ( Read more... )

Ooooo boy I get to go backstage and interview the drag kings and queens. Omfg. I am sooo excited. *Bounce.* And Mr. Roy is totally letting me borrow a video camera and Fallon is going to do the video editing. YESSSSS. An amazing experience AND my second quarter personal interest project for Women's History all in one. YAY.

I quit. First MySpace and now here. WTF.

I mean it when I say that I do not like myself all that much ( Read more... )

Somebody motivate me.

Beck Hansen turns me on. It's true.

Buy that new CD of his. The Information. It's really good...and you can design the case yourself.

"What color mom does your car drive?"
-Brielle a minute ago.

I'm sick of telling everyone I'm okay. I'm not. I hate my life.

I hate the taste of coffee...it's the caffine I'm addicted to.