Thursday, October 12, 2006

All right, so.

1. I can do I handstand, I've found out. The hard part is staying up. I have like, no upper body strength apparently.

2. I got a bit of art scrabble for you.

3. I'm tired as hell. And didn't go to the Smithsonian because I have work, which I hate. Fuck you, work. Everything good happens on Thursdays, it seems.

4. I'm getting my hair the fuck cut. It keeps getting in my face and I can't see and it's starting to look shitty because it dries funny when it's longer.

5. I don't know anything anymore about who I like and don't like, but I know that this other kid actually talks to me and I don't go completely weird. Most of the time I just don't know what to do with myself. Just kind of stand there and wave my arms about. Erm. Anyhow, the other other boy that I was fawning over is... I can't quite express it. He's cute. We share the same interests. He's strange, I'm strange, but he just doesn't seem to care. And when he does, it involves asian girls. I think I am being prejudiced, but geez. Those are the only girls I ever see him have any conversations with. So yeah, it's whatever. I take things too seriously sometimes, which is a big contrasting thing to how I act. I usually don't act serious. At all. Many things in life are a joke. Like Robby Schnitzelbank. Me and Arielle had little jokes all day about him. Thank god I wasn't graced by his good nature today.

But yeah. I don't know anything. I can't trust myself ever. Most of it is lusty hormones that mess with my mind. It usually happens before I get my period and then dies down afterwards. I think it's my body's way of screaming, "MAKE BABIES, WOMAN. I'M FUCKING TIRED OF WAITING." Well body, even though I hear the call of the wild, I think in this day and age it is sometimes good to not listen to it. I feel like some kind of animal with instincts. So I agree with myself to use my head more and chill out and wait. Even though that's what I've been doing since I've hit puberty.

Okay, here's some art. It's some of my weird naked lady kind. The worksheet was gray, I added the highlights in photoshop.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The "other boy" (yes, I know who you are talking about) doesn't NOT like you. He's just wierd. Some days he talks to people and some days he doesn't. He's pretty random. Don't give up hope :-D