April 2010
Blind
I always have to take off my glasses whenever I’m looking at Tumblr in the kitchen while I’m around the rest of my family.
My mom would probably have a bitchy fit about me seeing all these LESBIAN photos.
Whatever.
artface
I literally passed out on my bed with all my sketchbooks.
The last thing I remembered was getting picked up by a couple of friends,
having a drink with them, then coming back home again.
I woke up with fucking blue and yellow paint on my face.
Apparently, I had starting working on an art piece.
What was I going to draw?
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Right Now
…there is a pile of sketchbooks and journals on my bed.
I don’t even know how many I have anymore.
There should be about two big ones, two medium,
one square, one mini, and my ‘Wreck This Journal’ book.
Plus, my sketchbook for class.
Oh, yeah.
Plus, the one I got for my birthday.
Oh, dear.
Plus, my “scrap” sketchbook that I’ve had forever.
Now to...
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I Don't Know
I know I do it a lot. Fear of commitment? I don’t know.
There’s a rapid change.
But sometimes it goes back to being the same.
Midnight Conversation
Friend: You're always in and out, on and off. You never make up your mind.
Me: I know. I should stop.
Friend: Should? You have to stop.
Me: Eventually.
Friend: Well, you've been asking for change. Shouldn't this be your chance?
Me: It can't..
Friend: Why not?
Me: Because we're still playing a game.
Friend: Are you sure it's not just you that's playing?
Me: I can't help it. It's the only game I know how to play.
Friend: Then you start to complain.
Me: Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways. A few more weeks and it will be empty again.
Friend: How sure are you about that?
Me: I am. I see the little details you can't.
Friend: That's not true.
Me: Oh, yeah? What about your ex-girlfriend then? Wasn't I right?
Friend: ...I hope you win the game.
Me: Thanks.
Morning Texts
Study Partner: Ok its been 20 mins into the class and ur not here. i think i kno why.
Me: LOL, WHY!?
Study Partner: u either were up all night for the meteor shower, didnt do ur homework, or u were on a date with a dude.
Me: Which one do you think is was? P:
Study Partner: it was cloudy last night so i dont think you were watching it and u on a date, no way.
Me: HEY, HEY, HEY! I've been on dates! But they're usually with chicks and they're usually on Friday nights.
Study Partner: ur friends dont count.
Me: ASSHOLE.
Study Partner: i'm joking but yeah, u just didnt do ur homework last night
Me: ...SHUT UP! I did do it.. I just didn't finish it.
Study Partner: :P
Normal
Friend: Why do always have to hide what you say.
Me: What do you mean?
Friend: Like.. you never say anything straight forward.
Me: Actually, I do.
Friend: Only when you want to. Especially when you're being an asshole.
Me: I tell it like it is.
Friend: Well, I'm talking about.. your emotions and such.
Me: OH. Yeah.. I do.
Friend: Why?
Me: I don't know. I'm weird.
Friend: Well, stop.
Me: Stop being weird? Why the fuck would I want to be normal.
Friend: I don't want you to be normal.
Me: Then?
Friend: I meant stop hiding things.
Me: I'm an artist, what else am I suppose to do?
Friend: Good question.
Me: Maybe I should get a real job that pays.
Friend: Are you being serious?
Me: FUCK NO.
Friend: You. are. complicated.
Me: Thank you.
People I Miss
Lately, I’ve been missing a lot of people who I haven’t seen in a long time and I hate it. I wish there was enough time for me to go out of my way and see them.
I miss (Claudia, Iris, Vanessa, Jerry Sosa, Jerry Martinez, Orly, Noe) the most right now.
Sometimes it feels like ages that I haven’t seen them, when it’s only been a while.
Stupid Boys
I should just fall in love with a girl for a change instead of just flirting with them.
I am horrible.
So why space? I love what you wrote, but why do...
Here’s a response to a formspring question.
Well depends on what SPACE we’re talking about.
space [speys] Show IPA noun, verb,spaced, spac·ing, adjective –noun 1. the unlimited or incalculably great three-dimensional realm or expanse in which all material objects are located and all events occur.
2. the portion or extent of this in a given instance; extent or room in three...
MySpace Blows
Friend: Have you deleted your MySpace yet?
Me: Nah, not yet.
Friend: Why n.. oh, wait. Don't tell me. It's because of that girl right?
Me: What girl? 8D
Friend: ****.
Me: Noooo.. yes.
Friend: WHY!?
Me: SHE'S BADASS. Only if she wasn't two years younger than me.
Friend: Luckily you're a girl cause that would be SO wrong if you were a boy.
Me: LMFAO, I KNOW. I think she thinks I'm a boy.
Friend: Why?
Me: LOL, 'cause.. I string her along.. and.. IDK.
Friend: You are horrible.
Me: Only to girls. I'm single, so what.
Friend: Maybe she really likes you.
Me: Really? -sarcastic face-
Friend: ...okay, maybe not. But she does like it that you flirt with her.
Me: Whatever. She's straight. She could care less, I could care less.
Friend: Then delete your MySpace.
Me: Fine.. I will. Tomorrow.
Friend: Today..
Me: But.. but.. bu..
Friend: NOW.
Me: FINE. Douche bag...
Friend: Are you really?
Me: Eh.. I guess.
Friend: You're not..
Me: Actually, yes. I am.
Friend: ..
Me: What?
Friend: I win.
Me: What!?
Friend: I WIN.
Me: WTF, FREAK. WHY!?
Friend: 'cause.. I got you to MAKE a MySpace and DELETE it.
Me: Fuck you.. cunt. P:
Friend: Don't be hatin'.
