Oh, Kelly.
They’ll hurt me bad, but I won’t mind.
life.
my hair feels pretty soft, i hope it is not because it is greasy.
my new pants are already too big.
my breakfast cereal was stale.
i hate it when i chain smoke.
this biology packet makes very little sense to me.
but i am content.
i am content.
no one needed to know any of this.
ohmydarling.
Am I happy?
Monday.
Although it has only been a month, I kinda wish I waited to go to school. I am not really hating it, I just feel I could be more productive if I knew what it is I want to do.
I had an art class today which I just came back from. We had homework over the weekend. It was supposed to be a serious still life charcoal drawing. Mine was serious for the most part. I was attempting to be symbolic and put a pair of shot glasses on top of a Camus novel. A still life of the existential college experience, I suppose. I got a tad frustrated and decided instead of drawing the grain of the wood, I would write “Camus” to fill the background area.
The teacher, however, was not too fond of this. At all. He told me I broke his heart. He used the analogy of a well prepared meal. Say someone sat down to have a meal at some hotty-toddy joint. This meal looked aesthetically appetizing. Then you went and covered it in ketchup, ruining the visual appeal of your meal. That apparently was my drawing. He said it would not have been so bad if my drawing had sucked. I guess somewhere in there was a compliment.
Meow.
Winona Ryder photographed by Ellen von Unwerth
Winona Ryder
oh aimee mann, you and russell are like sooooooooooo totally awesome. mostly russell…. so damn handsome
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother.
