About
every single day, i wake up. i draw on my wall and sometimes write, then i go into my gypsy room and smoke. i spend a lot of time in my room. i lay in my bed everyday and stare at my doodles thinking about what i should do, or who i should call. not a lot happens, but i usually like it that way. my kitten gets lonely.
i make weird noises and i'm interested in things that are full of the cutesies. i'm strange, unsociable, and i don't think i'd ever be able to live up to my online persona.
interstz
self exploration, mind formation, affection, inspiration, creation, lots of tions, mugs, chapstick, naps, fuzzy, psychological things, drugs, chillin, laughing, polaroid, mascara, playing with people's hair, doodles, texan, lil kids, & coffee shops
jamz
patti smith, pink floyd, radiohead, the who, cocorosie, crystal castles, jimi hendrix, portishead, nin, sigur ros, black moth super rainbow, air, broken social scene, beatles, beck, octopus project, teenagers, psapp, peter bjorn and john, muscles, massive attack, led zep, digitalism, m83, goodbooks, gorillaz, explosions in the sky, citizen cope, alice in chains, arcade fire, blow, shins, cut copy, moby, telepopmusik, royksopp, devendra banhart, belle and sebastian, jefferson airplane, red hot chili peppers, ratatat, minus the bear, metric, coldplay, mewithoutyou, justice, interpol, daft punk, i was a club scout, hot chip, flaming lips, figurine, elliot smith, eagles, do make say think,
the stars will never stop watching you.
AugustAug 6 Thursday Thu 09
the stars will never stop watching you.
2:21
tired. i did a lot of work today and i'm kind of proud of myself actually; maybe i can sleep in this house for once. i've got lots to do tomorrow too, and i have to take a drug test at BASIS which i'm obv going to fail. my life changes tomorrow. i don't feel like writing much, so good day
AugustAug 3 Monday Mon 09
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my mother is a complete bitch. every move she makes creates all this unnecessary bullshit ,and a step away from me ever getting along with her in this lifetime.
so tired i can't sleep.
3:55
today was okay. i woke up passed out on a small chair ,surprisingly comfy and surprisingly slept really good. as i glance around still under my blanket and eyes halfway open i think about the previous night and how much of a good time i had (which is a rarity). at some point in the afternoon something really bizarre happened. i was driving around with a friend and as we start stopping at a red light ,the car to the left was ironically my friend's old car. all windows are down ,and he starts a conversation with the woman about how she has his old car which was actually kind of awkward just because it was apparent this lady was not in the least bit interested in talking with him. she seemed kind of freaked out because he verified that it was really and conclusively his old car ,and the fact that we just happened to roll up next to them at a red light and the other fact that he would actually even start a conversation about it through the car. ha
soon after that happened, we went to the flea market because we were waiting around for someone else to finish up some errands and hang out at their house. i absolutely love flea markets ,i find so many things that i just love and i wish i had all the money in the world to buy all the random books and knick knacks that i find. well as we're walking around my friend finds this obviously, handwritten book (it was made out of construction paper) titled "My Scrapbook" and the front cover looked as if it was stamped with a giant stamp ,i was never able to figure out what it could possibly be a stamp of, and it also had a phone number and a name. we open the book and start to read it, and we read it and start laughing hysterically. you wouldn't even believe this book, it was written in pencil with cutout pictures from magazines and the plot of the story was about a boy named dan and his father, and basically they visited a lot of places and did a lot of things (coca cola factory, boats, trains, airplanes, ice cream, firestations, guns for toys). the weird thing about this book was that the way it was written, it looked as if a child had written it because it was definitely supposed to be worded like it was written by a child. but then gradually it would turn into cursive and i just really couldn't get why someone would ever make such a thing, or even why it was at the flea market to begin with. which we ended up getting for dollar
later on that night i got dropped off to another friend of mine ,and gave him an ashtray for his place which i got at the flea market for two bucks. ashley, a very good friend of mine, shows up soon after and we break up some weed and rolled a blunt and smoked. which was really nice because at this time, it was past 9 and i usually don't go that long without smoking and it was the first high of the day and it was soooooooooooooooo nice. i converse about my day and so do they and we share lots of laughing, which is always nice because laughing is something i need more of nowadays. me and ashley took of together and drive around for a bit listening to lil wayne, which i don't really mind because i've heard it so many times that i kind of know the lyrics and rapping to songs is always fun. we smoke a couple more blunts and we end up at a bonfire, which resulted in me getting a ride home from someone else and now i'm here and i'm rather sleepy and it was kind of weird to record my day like this. this is actually rather lengthy and i know my future posts probably wont ever compare to this one, ive just had a weird day and i'm a little bored trying to waste time.anyhow, i'm going to go eat since i haven't eaten yet today. goodnight
AugustAug 1 Saturday Sat 09
