what you don't see

anyone using blogspot lately? i am sort of thinking of switching over now that i'm graduated.
new beginnings.
let me know.

if it's not for me, do it for rose. she's lived a hard life.

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if it's not for me, do it for rose. she's lived a hard life.

something i learned a while ago is
that sometimes you may think that
you only attract ill-natured people.
when in actuality, it is that you
reject people who are not.

they are not interesting enough.

i see you've built a house inside my head.
and i cant help but wonder
if you are here for a short visit
or here for the long-stay.

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you give me fever

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short and sweet.
taking 4 studio classes this year. 8 classes total.
got a job working the ceramics studio.
will be working with saks 5th avenue and louis vuitton on this project.
for free.
my cats like to poopy everywhere.

mon: meeting w anna about luxury goods
tuesday: 5 ceramics sculptures, sustainability presentation, luxury goods reading
wed: images of women paper topics/readings, have models materials
thurs: solidworks drawings, material culture presenation, readings
fri: 15-20 pages of skeches

i looked to you to see the truth.

i almost started a fist fight last night.
but i did hit the shit out of her.

you've lost the light in your eyes
and as dead as they may seem,
i pray that the moon is beyond your travels.
come back to earth.
i miss you. i want my friend back.

i've decided that i will turn my bedroom in my parents house to a semi-work studio. it's carpeted so nothing messy can be done (and by messy i mean involving paint) but that's what quasi backyards are for.

damn i used to write stupid shit in this thing. of course i will probably look at this a few months from now and think the same about the present.

because that's what girls do when they're dead inside.

coming into austin today. arrive around 3 but i need to do a lot of catching up a my mom's house and pondering before i set foot outside. love you guys. call me.

trying to pull an all nighter at school while holding back the tears.
i'm not being emotional because i'm tired, but what do they know.
everyone here thinks i'm sensitive but when the topic of conversation is always me and he problems other people have with me, i can't help but start to care.
not about the issues they have but about the fact that a person who i thought of as my best friend is ashamed of being seen with me. what is left to say when i am put in check every 5 minutes.
i never thought of myself as a bad person until now.

where are you when i need you?
i know the answer to this question already;
exactly where i was when you needed me.

i put myself out there and if you don't like it you can kiss my ass. i'm emotional lately. emotions+stress = one fucked me.

the worst part is, you would never have let people treat me like this, and yet you've gone and done so yourself. sometimes i feel so lost without you.

what i am doing is wrong yet nothing stops me from doing it.