From now on I'm going to stop obsessing and looking for hidden meanings. I'm going to stop being a fucking freak about liking people because for all I know he could have seen the shit I put up on here. And god knows how anyone could respond to this bullshit. I'm really immature.

Tomorrow/later today (it's past 12) I'm going to be packing for San Fran and then me and Natalia are going to leave at like... 4 in the morning. Which means waking up at like, 3 in the morning. That's basically my bedtime. Should I try and sleep or pull an all-nighter?

I'm excited to see trannies, dude. How often do you come across them?! We're also going to go into Muir Woods and see huge ginormous redwood trees. YOU KNOW ME AND TREEZ. I LOVE THEM THINGS.

I got new clothes today and the other day, yay :D. Skirts and shirts and jeans and underwear. Good stuff. I need more bras though; cute bra-makers such as l.e.i. and mudd seem to think the size 38 B doesn't exist. Bitches. I'm not obese; have a large ribcage :[. For serious.

I've been looking at a lot of art and artblogs and figure drawings and am now flushed with more freetime than expected, so I'm beginning to feel that artsy itch come back into my fingers again. Hoorah! I think I may go sketch.