There's been a lot going on in my life...almost nothing at all.
I've applied for jobs here and there and no one seems to have an interest in my skills. It's making me want to filet my ear lobes, quite frankly.
I like photography class. My teach is a good man.
I've learned that I am the only one capable of creating a eutopian society. I won't do it, though. I don't agree with perfection. Blake would beg to differ...
I've learned to ski recently. I am actually going to Bear Creek tomorrow avec Nwi, which should be nice.
Modest Mouse is ranking pretty high on my list of ultimate fav's. So is Dr. Dog and Bjork.
I walk around my house when no one is home pretending to be like Conor Oberst. I sing of fevers and lockets and tearing out my hair. I have come to the conclusion that I really do have a nice singing voice.
I danced infront of a huge window on the third floor of Borders in Center City. Jackie, Blake, and Livi joined in. People pointed and laughed. I am the best dancer of the four.
My mom cried and wanted me to hug her. She just wanted to know that I don't hate her. I don't hate her. I love her.
I'm a magician.
I love Mittens. |