Let me tell you, doing nothing is exciting! Doing nothing with other people is even more exciting!

Fuck everything I need a job so I can just work all day and then move away. The sooner the better.

Let this be our little secret, no one needs to know we’re feeling higher and higher…

Hurray! School is almost here. I know I probably won’t end up living there but I’m going to try and stay there for ever because, maaaaaaaan. I hate how everyone seems to be changing suddenly. It’s foolish and people should get their own opinions.

People just get so annoying in the company of others. They shift and change, like transformers turning into Mega-Bitches. And I have talked to people about it but I kind of can’t anymore because then they’ll just get defensive as hell. Which is so annoying. Being around these people is why I just can’t be myself anymore. I really don’t enjoy hanging out with people who think they know me and read me like a book but like, they totally can’t. And I hate how…some of them just talk about how great of friends they are with other people. K. I get it.

These people here sit here and Wahwahwah about other people and what other people do for unjust reasons. I’m all for venting legit reasons but… I’m super sick of people complaining about other people because they like to dress how they dress or they listen to what they listen too….Surprise. Not everyone is like you. I can point out shit about what a jerk you are…so don’t talk shit if you can’t even handle someone not agreeing with your taste in the simplest of things.

Everybody around me is evolving into a huge cunt…Sigh!

But in Boston, people are way more tolerable because they don’t walk around bragging about what they did the other day or just constantly talk about other people. Which is ironic, right? But you can’t make fun of people at an art school because everybody looks fucking stupid. Even you. That’s why I appreciate it. You don’t act like you’re the hot shit and the best and everything and everyone around you shits gold. No, you act poor and pretend you shit gold and they make fun of what you got.

Anyway, as of late I had a bad week, sleep-wise. But I don’t get up and cry about it, because that doesn’t put me to sleep. I lay down until I can’t lay down anymore. Until I’m not tired. And then I get up. However, I know why-cus my grandma was watching the house. She gets up at like, 1am to do dishes. Yea. Dishes. And every other hour it’s like, eating food. Really woke me up to how annoying snacking is…but I didn’t eat much this week regardless. Haven’t shoved my face like a fat fuck most of the 2010.

I’ve already started working out because I realize working out in groups is kind of useless. Running and swimming, yea. You know? But you can’t depend on other people so I’m not waiting until somebody decides to make a move. They never do, no matter who I ask. And it feels good…actually my Body gets all pissy if I don’t do something active. :Y Plus no more insurance, OHNOOO. Inevergetsickanyway. Seriously. I haven’t been legit sick for years. I don’t count my period cus…that’s fucking baby shit. I mean, yea, Throwing up and intense pain but I can’t complain because it’s every girl. Yaay womanhoood .

Luckily, the feminists rally and the woman gets a choice. Fuckyea pills. They’re like my own personal Jesus.

Besides how utterly boring and how I seem to be limited to hanging out with 1 person at a time because apparently I’m scared of groups or something-I got to hang out with my Massies chummies and the usuals and I’m slowly getting everyone addicted to House. That’s pretty successful. And then Burn Notice…and other shows that I watch are going to be all sparkling new.

It was great hanging with the Chummies and I can’t wait to go back to School and see them all again and meet new friends so I don’t have to rely on people who don’t care and altar their opinions every five seconds. I don’t enjoy feeling below people because I’m less new and sparkly like a used car.

I meet a new girl Monday which was great, she was pretty adorable. But I don’t need to gush, because that’s creepy. And I got new shoes which are great too…from an equally adorable source.

In the end I’m just eager to not be stuck hanging with the same available people over and over again (Even though I do love them as my friends) you just get irritated by people after awhile and need a break…no matter how close. It’s probably one of the biggest factors in marriages fucking up. You need a break.

BUT I’LL NEVER NEED A BREAK FROM GWENDA-POO. HUMP.

Far from home, elephant gun Let’s take them down one by one

Ahhh, unproductive old Computer doodles. All of my decent things have become traditional. And honestly I’m liking Realism more now a days. Much easier.

Buuurrble. I’ve been watching House, I was super excited that Monday’s epidsode was titled “Wilson”. Yay.  He ’s so adorable. Other than that it’s been..Always Sunny and some..well. horrible Teen Dramas. Yea. Hurhur. That and Ned’s Declassified.

I’m almost done! One week. One week and I don’t have to fish out 20 bucks constantly for a train ride…and be miserable..and deal with all the “hip” wristflickers and Boho Bitches. I mean, everyone here is nice but if I see one more scarf around a neck indoors I’m going to strangle them with it.

Also I’ve been itching for an xbox more than ever since my friends and I hung out to watch Left 4 Dead 2. Only 1 controller though…But I love Ellis. I totally dib Ellis in all the future zombie beat downs that are to come, fuck being the woman. I want to be the over excitable hick.

I have a 18″ x 72″ piece to put the final details on in the morning, then a 3x the scale (stupid) sculpture to do in a night. Eh, it will be so easy.

My final for Wednesday is all done and Thursday I have to half ass a presentation on Van Gogh. Easy buisiness. Then I’m free, for the time being. Hopefully I’ll get in contact with Job possibilty number 1 and get a straight answer.

Drama is Drama as always. My mom still thinks I am not going to school but using my 20$ to buy clothes. (Ignoring the fact I don’t even have a legit winter coat yet….and I only have 3 pairs of pants.) And people are revealing their true asshole-y colors.

Also I am possibly throwing a Christmas party, even though the Group is celebrating Kwanzaa. Gurgle. Lol. I’m going to invite strange people to upset my mom-Who appreantly is convinced I am in a relationship with every man I have ever met.

An’ like a fool I mixed them An’ it strangled up my mind, An’ now people just get uglier An’ I have no sense of time.

Even I wouldn’t be that mean.
In fact, I’ve never been that mean to anybody.

So cut the fucking bullshit.

But you won’t.

I hate people. Since when was it okay to act like this?

It’s cut-cut-cutting me down…Like slow poison

I’m still in a really moody on and off depression.

 

So my cure is music, as always. Pressing my ears to the speaker and listening to poor bastard crooning about things never fails to make me feel better. Or at least pull the miserable “Shit, I can relate” bs. You know…

 

Also, good up and coming local bands make me really hopeful. I’m going to see my current local high if I can…They’re kind of out of the way though since their hometown is farther. Sad Face. I only found them recently but I really want a cd. I think I’ll be a creeper if I just tackle and ask for one…since they only know me through School. And not even close at all. Shit, I’ve never seen their faces. Rofl. But I already want to make them Band T-shirts. *fawn* I respect people who don’t suck.

Come on get up- Romeo. Don’t you know what the time is? It’s the fall of rock ‘n roll, that’s what the news said

Interesting week. Few weeks.

WTWTA was alright. It was good, don’t get me wrong but it wasn’t what I was hoping. A little slow.

Hanging around with the sister was fun-and the group. And shit like that. I’m kind of behind in school and art, but I feel inspired by a force. I’m going to stop slacking off and let myself go. Make things. Do things. And well, be me.

It’s amazing how long you can know people and never know what they really feel like. That’s how I feel-I suppose. I’m just going to go and be me and stop worrying about shit because I’m pretty awesome and I don’t need high heels to be on top of this fucking bullshit. I’m so sick of feeling pressured to be a certain way so hey-If being annoying, giddy and slutty is how most females function, cool. More power to them. I can’t function like that. I don’t give half a shit about the stuff I’m supposed too.  I’m just going to stop trying to fit in to the “Traditional and cute” girl role to please my family and just go off and be unconventional. I’m not doing anything anymore to impress other people or look decent in the eyes of fellow peers…I’m just going to be super fucking awesome.

And that’s it. I win.