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[Nov. 14th, 2009|06:58 pm] |
For whatever reason, I sort of assumed that I would have to repeat year 12. Low self esteem, depression and getting a god-awful chest infection probably had a fair bit to do with this. Now, however, I've finished, and I have no fucking idea what to do with myself.
THANKFULLY I HAVE A LOVELY HOUSE AND AMAZING HOUSEMATES JUST AROUND THE CORNER, A JOB INTERVIEW AND A HUGE DESK TO DREAM UP ALL MY PROJECTS THAT I'LL PROBABLY NEVER FINISH.
Yeah, I'm feeling pretty damn good right now. Also I bought a skirt. It is bright yellow. :3 Will's sister told me I look like a boy. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2009|10:18 am] |
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Chiyo died this morning. |
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| below the freezing point |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:25 pm] |
It's hard not to think about what would have happened if I had done certain things, and not others. In the end though, as long as I have a plan, I think it'll be okay.
Today I drew lots of rabbits. I coloured this one in photoshop. The characters are from the end of my pencil.
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[Sep. 26th, 2009|01:37 am] |
Too many things running through my head right now, so I'll leave it at this:
- It rains in your toilet.
- I really like 'Willy the Pimp' by Frank Zappa. It reminds me of being 14 and showing companionship towards my dad by sitting at our respective computers in the study until he realized I was there and pulled the cables out of the modem.
- You aren't bothered by flies because you can sit back and pretend they're tiny planes.
- You just went to bed without me, and without saying goodnight. Really, I shouldn't use the word 'just', because you got up from the couch an hour ago, and I've just been sitting here in a 'Ghost World' induced stupor since the previously mentioned time (which admittedly wasn't explicit, but I liked the phrase. Sue me).
- You hate it when I smoke, and probably imagine all the horrible kinds of cancer I'll get. It makes me feel weird, because by the time I get cancer, if I even do so, you probably won't even know what I look like.
- I can't write in third person. I can't develop strong characters when I write in third person. I think what it boils down to is that at the end of the day, all the characters I write about are just me with different hair and more interesting lives.
- I hate calling these things 'bullet points', because it sounds really violent, and mostly violence just makes me sick.
- I have a habit of tipping orange juice on people's heads when they piss me off.
- I woke up at five am twice in a row this week to throw up.
- I am itching to wear a dress with a sailor collar and re-dye my hair.
- Sometimes my knuckles feel really sensitive, in that spot where they rub against the next knuckle. I feel really stupid when this happens, because all I want to do is rub at them with my thumbs, but then they feel even more weird.
- I love you, but sometimes you are really fucking scary. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2009|12:41 am] |
Maybe it's all this talk of my childhood. 1994. 1997. Maybe the realization that I actually like writing essays, or the complete inability to imagine myself as a practicing artist.
Whatever the reason, I put my top preference as Creative Writing. I know I may not always sound like the most lyrical, literate or articulate person around, but I feel like this is me. It can be me. At the end of the day, I know my eight year old self would be distraught if I didn't try my luck.
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[Sep. 11th, 2009|12:38 am] |
Today everything went wrong but we are okay.
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|11:45 am] |
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YOU ARE MAKING MY TEETH HURT. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
Met up with Wil Smith today.
I am BUZZING with ideas about gender now. Expect a rant. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2009|12:01 pm] |
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I don't think she believed I was your sister somehow. |
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[Jul. 26th, 2009|09:28 pm] |
CATS FUCKING SCARE ME.
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|11:15 am] |
Airports are pretty weird.
Today I might try to make a leotard.
Tonight I'm going to scooter my way down/up to the safeway for some dumpster diving fun times.
My mother always made fun of me for saying 'down' when she would have used 'up'.
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|12:54 am] |
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I am not comfortable.
Also have no idea how to fix this.
It's kind of like a looming cloud of anxiety and disgust.
Shit. |
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