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[November 22nd, 2009; 11:05 am] |
to do to do to do to do (once Thanksgiving break is over)
-get my website up
-document my art (WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING HARD GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK)
-finish art project 1, 2, and 3 FUCK
-catch up on reading
-bike crew
-internship apps
-stop smoking/stop doing so many drugs
-get my life on track/be more productive
-stop making so many lists that never fall through
-make more lists that actually fall through
I FEEL LIKE THERE'S MORE BUT I SUCK |
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[November 9th, 2009; 07:21 pm] |
more on this later, maybe. Maybe it's not a problem.
I went down to San Diego this weekend to visit some friends. God, what a fucking strange weekend. |
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[November 3rd, 2009; 08:48 pm] |
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POSSIBLY GOING CRAZY NO BIG DEAL |
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| homesick, as well |
[October 25th, 2009; 08:39 pm] |
We watched three movies last night, and I was drunk on vodka and champagne most of the night. I walked outside by myself during points in our marathon and sat in the middle of the road, this perfect, wide, flat suburban road, and I just sat outside smoking cigarettes by myself. Sometimes I would lie down and stare at this translucent gray that was everything and god I came so close to tears again, and I found myself feeling empty, yet again. The weather at 3AM was beautiful, it always is.
Sometimes it feels like there's a very thin bubble but an inch around me -- there are people around me, I can feel them, but not really. So many days I've been feeling so distant and lonely, I'm just inside this little bubble and I can see you but I feel so foggy, and fuck, fuck. It's not you, it's me, it really is.
When Alexa and I go grocery shopping, sometimes we like to just walk up and down the aisles without intentions of buying anything, we just look at everything and talk about each product that catches our eye. Grocery shopping with her is one of the things I look forward to the most each week.
Actually shopping for groceries for myself makes me feel like an adult. The actual concept of being an adult frightens me so much, but for some reason, this feels right. |
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| aw man |
[October 23rd, 2009; 11:30 pm] |
thoughts that I need to get down
-fucking eating healthier than I've been eating in such a long time, gonna try to go at least 75% raw by the end of this year
-art crises, I hate the art school at USC
-can't graduate on time, summer classes, probably going to be in LA most of summer
-nausea all the time, what's going on???
-sat next to a girl who was recovering from swine flu yesterday
-am growing increasingly bitter about this whole romance situation
-colored in an old old comic (going to be in the radio magazine, they decided to print in color now), I hate the comic now but had way too much fun with gradients. If I had time, I'd probably add in more gnarly shadows but doing everything on a touchpad makes me want to shoot myself.
-bought a Wacom Intuos 3, increasingly stoked on life
o hay thar comic
have been increasingly told I have sex hair, fine I'll take that and yes I realize I look frightening here
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