It's been 43 weeks since my last entry. Woow! So much to cover! *deep breathe before the plunge ( Read more... )

Hello again ( Read more... )

I had cute hair today! yay buns! Lex said it was the shirt. We don't know for sure. But two people agree that I looked like a cutie, which is so great cuz I'm feeling disgusting at the moment ( Read more... )

Alright! I've decided to cast off today. or, well, it's not really a cast is it? It's a sling. Anyways, I'm done with it now! I will never ever be ambidextrous. My left hand is much too retarded. It would be one thing if I had a Michelangelo on the right and Picasso on the left, but nope. It's dead. I did manage to scratch out a decent painting of ( Read more... )

writing SAT essay = an amazing amount of ow. Bubbling = not so bad. Retarded left hand = not much typing.

Bleh. Okok. Maybe being thrown across the cockpit did in fact injure my shoulder a little more than previously assumed. It only felt a bit stiff this morning, but by the end of 2nd period it had started throbbing, and completely ruined my graded conversation for Wilson. I actually said nothing! NOTHING. Even I can't believe it. Course, if I had, it ( Read more... )

oh shize dudes, I friggin ripped my arm off today. it hurts to type so, i'll update later.

I think it would be so cool to see every day like it was your first.

I'm going to try it for a while, and see how I like it. besides, weekends are just too short.

Gyaaaugh! Oh. There is a ffffff....fregsnid...fundamental wrong here. It's hurts me. YEAH! oh ohoh. Go to the store at 8 but I don't when there arnd ardnees. Fom. fomfuck. fom fom fom fom fuck fuck fuck fuck. fomfuckfom. fom. I don't know what fom is. I'm still sick. Whooer you kidding? Today wasn't good art, or preetty. It was a mashy yuck excuse ( Read more... )

wooooooo goin' to Chicago! A full weekend of art and fanciness is predicted. There's some huge drug-bust going down a block away from me. How scintillating. I love to paint. And I love it when my imagination decides to consume me. Every night I dream about what I can create the next morning. Sometimes I forget I can make my world beautiful. But ( Read more... )