kit's room conversation

kit- my friend

marah- kit's roomate

it all started when kit and i were looking at jeff goldblum being ridiculous. it turned into us wanting to create a never forget: dinosaurs.

we decided to make a tattoo.

kit: okay, you make the tattoo.

me: alright, i got this.

-spontaneous laughter-

me: this is GREAT.

kit: let me see.

-kit laughs-

me: what if i really got that as a tattoo?

kit: where? your arm? PLEASE get that!

me: it would be pretty ridiculous. 

kit: i would totally be there when you get it.

me: marah, how would you feel if i got this?

marah: i'd love you long time.

-me and kit laugh-

END RESULT: dinosaur tribute tattoo AND facebook group. we win.

breathe

i've been having a hard time breathing...

besides that. i'm learning about my real grandfather for the first time in depth tomorrow.

i'm nervous, excited, and anxious all in one roll. i don't know what to ask anyone about him.

i just want to know everything.

sweet jane and cardboard chairs

so here i am, sitting in a dim lit huge studio in wilson hall. i'm accompanied by three others; alicia, tara and jessica. 

today is a waste of my time, my teacher isnt even here, he's in a meeting and has been for 3 hours.

i have no fucking idea what to do. i've been sitting staring at my cardboard not knowing what the hell to do with it.

i'm contemplating leaving, but i know that nobody would be happy. me and alicia have left this class about 4 times so far, once to walk outside to sartain to get cardboard, once to go get my macbook, once to get some drinks, and once just cause we needed to. i just want to give a huge thanks to moe brooker (my teacher) for not being here and intstructing me. way to go.

bitch.

this is where i need to be. at a raging party with humphrey bogart. 

1:55

thursday nights at moore are boring.

my schedule consists of:

color theory (which is completely irrelevant to this earth).

wanting to kill everything around me.

cursing moe brooker's name and class.

taking at least 4 cigarette breaks.

macbook breaks.

i would like to proceed to jump out of a window. i just want this year to be over.