shesnothinglikeagirlyouveeverseenbeforenothinyoucouldcomparetoyourneighborhoodwhore

I really need to get out and fucking do something. I hate winter. it makes me severely unproductive.


I need to:

-write
-take pictures
-clean
-decorate
-paint
-redye my hair
-work harder in school
-exercise
-eat better
-be a human being

that boy is a monster

I haven't been online as often recently. I suppose this should really be a good thing. I want to start painting again, and when I say that it implies that I haven't been painting which is not true, but I want to start painting more often. I used to draw/paint/doartshit basically all the time, but I haven't since high school, really. maybe being in school will make me draw more, because my classes are all lectures that are actually pretty cool, so I want to be there to listen, and I'll have time to doodle. I did lots of doodling in food science... so much love for my jolly indian professor who says things like, "if I say anything that sounds complex you should ignore it."

he's a wolf
in disguise
but I can't stop staring in those evil eyes.

monster is stuck in my head
and I can't stop
singing it
(in my head)
but it's not really that bad because
I really like that song.
monster is basically how I feel today.

lady gaga has "love songs" that are actually pretty legit.
she speaks the truth.
I empathize with monster + bad romance + teeth, etc.
whoops.

this is my life

(after we finish watching another horror movie)
matson: [stands] ok, let's do this shit...[walks out of the room]
jack: what? what? [getting up] what? what are you...? [peaking down the hallway] oh, you want to make bacon.

is it the sea you hear in me

I had another job interview today. a gal who works at MAS works out of dr. riley's lab (though MAS isn't technically affiliated with UMass) and she needs an assistant. awesome!

antichrist

Love ♥








This movie was like something stephen king would write. Hahaha

tinsel tigers in the metal room stalking satisfaction

I want bumper stickers that are actually interesting. no where around amherst sells good bumper stickers... they're all stupid wiccan/feminist/political/dick joke stickers. where do all the great stickers I see on other people's cars come from? damnit.

I pierced my nose again, though I realize the hole I made is too far back for the hoop I want to use. I'm going to wait for this hole to close up so I can make another one. or maybe I won't wait. I might just pierce the other nostril and just plan it out better this time...whoops.







Now that I think about it, I kind of like that idea. I think I'll do that after I post this.

ga ga oolala