For my non-fiction piece for class I’m writing about swimming in the ocean drunk. It’s fantastic.
Today I’ve done nothing and ate too much. As far as self-destructive habits go, it’s not bad, but it’s still not good. I’m gonna go wash some dishes.
All I want to do is RAGE AT EVERYTHING. Just realized I’m in a bad mood.
I REALLY REALLY REALLY hate waiting on people and being late because of it.
My sister just bought me a ticket to go to Virginia and DC so I can spend Thanksgiving with her and relatives I haven’t seen in far too long. I’m pretty damn excited. Here’s my abbreviated to do list now. 1. Survive school till Nov. 23. 2. Go to the airport, and get the fuck out of Orlando. Item 1 actually includes approximated 44 items.
I haven’t slept in so long that I forgot that you’re supposed to get off Tumblr to do it. 57.5 hours since I last slept.
Just got two fillings,
starrcasm: mouf is in num mode. Burrsglksghegbfeg. This is when you practice suppressing your gag reflex.
Dear People Who Saw Me Crash My Bike This Morning
iamawakenow: thank you for not laughing out loud at me, like I may have done if i had witnessed this. I already had leaves in my hair and was scraped to hell it made me feel better not to hear cackling. Love, Hope Faith in Humanity, you guys. Or is Hope for Humanity? IDK
I've been up for 41.5 hours straight.
And I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight. This might kill me. The last night I slept was only 5 hours, too.
Omigod. I just checked the cute sign-language boy’s youtube, and the past four videos he liked were of David Bowie. I’m so in love.
Maybe I’m delusional, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been getting checked out way more than normal today. I’m giving the credit to my hair cut. The last guy was in a Sigma Nu shirt, and everyone knows thats the gay fraternity.
I just figured out that it’s going to take me 5 years to graduate. And that’s assuming I pass portfolio review this semester. I find out about portfolio review later today. If I don’t pass portfolio review, I’m going to cry. I will sit in the hallway and cry till my eyes bleed.
I got a bunch of old art books out of the trash, yeah yeah yeah.
fall out of a window with confetti in my hair: I... →
vstheworld: So I was all excited because I’m supposed to get Ally-certified for work, right? And what a cool thing, to have your workplace actually ask that of you (especially with all the sexuality-related bullshit that’s been going on lately.) And I got paid for it, which, hey, even better. So I show up to… Wait…there are people who don’t like nice shoes?
First day at work and I have a blister/coldsore/whatever in the shape of the UK (+Ireland) on my fucking face. EWW.
Turned in my portfolio for entrance into the BFA. Fuck Yeah. Didn’t get a parking ticket. Fuck Yeah.
I was gonna stay up an extra hour or two and finish a project a day and half early, but I’d rather get a full night’s sleep. The chance to do so must not be passed up.
In the past 5 days, I’ve spent 25.5 hours drawing, which is more than I’ve ever spent. This is exciting. I’M FINALLY GONNA BE A GOOD ARTIST YOU GUYZ.
This is the first and last Justin Bieber post that will ever exist on my tumblr. I’m just excited for him to naturally drift out of the spotlight into obscurity, so we can all look back on now and giggle about how sill it was that people loved him.
I made two new bitch friends today! Somehow while we were leaving class we started talking about weed, thrifting, and adderall, and now what as a class-friendship, could totally be more. I’m psyched. Now I wish I had more time to have friends, not less.
I’m high as balls right now, and I want to become a war photographer. Is that a realistic life goal? How many outfits can a war photographer pack?
I want to host a giant party in the drawing studio. I even made up this drinking game for it! The game is, when somebody has an awkward story to tell about Robert Rivers, everyone drinks. We’ll be so wasted. Attire would be denim on denim, obvi.
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS
I just got a really great deal on charcoal pencils on amazon. I saved 16%! Suck it!
I totally forgot to go to photo club today. Le sad! I wanted to be there! Instead, I was in my underwear on my bed in a really trippy half asleep mood.
I really, really want to get a projector monitor. I’ve been thinking of a bajillion art projects I could use it for. It’s like the ultimate cheating tool!
I want to make a drug called Ambiendderall. It would make your really sleepy for a bit, but then if you pulled through, you would be insane, productive, and unihibited for 10 hours. Then you would fall asleep and remember nothing when you woke up.
Haha, it’s decided! If I have time today before class I’ll go around and shoot some people, if not, after.