xanga changed a lot since 2003. its a little more like facebook. plus twitter. plus myspace. plus blogspot. but of course all of those things changed too. and theyre all supposed to do the same thing anyway. connect people in another dimension. hooray for the internet.

a lot has happened in the past two years. death star. pluto. purple. dark knight. heath ledger. hair cuts. hair grows. frustrated with hair days. hat days. sick days. sad days. sleepless nights.

shed some skin. lost some socks. bought some shoes. ate some rocks. sneezed four times in a row. watched entire catalog of episodes of southpark over three times.

brangelina adopted more kids. killed a flower blooming plant. killed a goldfish. kept some cats. had cats taken away. had different set of cats sleep on the roof of my car, leaving dirty paw tracks on my windshield. went to court. got a speeding ticket. went to court again.

painted nails. smudged newly painted nails. bought some books. bought a new camera. bought some stickers. made some sketchbooks. made some paper boats. cut some snowflakes out of paper. made some money. ate food bought with that money. ate some very large burritos.

played rockband at a friend's house. played rockband at work. pissed off some people. was pissed off by some people. vacuumed the carpet. was sad at the unstably increasing price of gas. saw a dude fall off his bike when he hit the curb, which was covered by a large puddle of rainwater. laughed.

felt bad about laughing. discovered some things about myself, one of which is that i have no idea what i'm doing nor what i want to do. painted. drawded. readeded. spent way too much time on the internet. made a new blog.

here's to the new year! *raises hand to the sky, holding an imaginary glass filled with an imaginary alcoholic liquid*

hijo de una puta. muhaha.

my head hurts right now. im so afraid of the future. i mean, like my future. like, am i going to die because los angeles gets flooded because the ocean levels have risen and gobbled up all the present coasts? cause that would suck. and will i get a good job doing whatever it is that i really want to do...which i dont know yet what is that huh? would i ever be able to quit my job for real and cut off all strings attached to the situation? not that i hate the job, its just that its so damn hot here where i work. its so damn hot! ah! stickie ickie ickie. im bor red. sigh.

im so bored. i dont have anything to write. i love these blog things cause you could write anything you want and noone would care. thats kinda sad. i need to shower. im all sticky. ew. my eyelids keep on closing by themselves. they have a mind of their own. wouldn't it be nice if i could see my dad again. thatd be cool. thatd be really really trippy tho. because thats just not right. ew what if he comes back and he's all zombie like with yuckie stuff coming out of his face. i wish i had that disease where you can't feel any pain because you have some nerve crap problem and your brain just cant recieve messages from your free nerve endings. then i wouldnt be able to feel the pain when i kill myself. id do it with a knife. to my neck. yea. and i wouldnt even feel it.

hmm that got kinda interesting. anyway. i like red things. especially my red car. its so red. i didnt like the redish hue at first cause it was gross. its called spicy red. lame. but ive gotten used to it. i have to wash my car. its dirty. i wanna go home and sleep. one more hour till punch out time. dingalingaling. wee. sometimes i think that im bigger than the sound. i like typing. the keys make a nice clickity noise. i like that noise. i wish i could type faster so i could hear more of that noise. my head hurts more now. i want to drain the blood from my brain. i need coffee. college sucks balls. double sigh.

not really. but yea. i hate jason burton. he sucks balls. haha. ha. ew. haha. so that dude on the 7th floor that i like...he is a senior i think. he's so cute. and tall. hehe. ok so heres the rundown on my classes (because i have fifty five more minutes). drawing and composition is boring as hell. all we do are still lives. lifes. and now we're doin oil pastel which sucks more balls than jason cause it gets everywhere, even between my detached layers of skin (because i peel off the skin on my fingers when i get bored), and it only comes off after severa scrubdowns. poop. i gotta. not now. later. modern art history is gay cause i have to write a paper on stuff that i havent read. i dont even know man. and the teacher is coincidentaly gay. its funny, the things he says. brad pitt's character in fight club had the body that no one wanted to fuck with but it was also the body that you wanted to get fucked by. i think now, hes gotten really old. and so has jolie lady. they should grow old together and die.

the kids here are gonna fill up a plastic zip lock bag with liquid and throw it off the balcony. i am going to watch. it will be interesting. i guess we're all very bored here. yes. sey. i just came back from watching them throw the bag of liquid. it wasnt that great cause i couldnt see over the ledge. imma go look for it when i leave. there is a light pressure coming from the inside of my head and its pushing the top of my eyeballs. i have the keep pushing my eyeballs in to counter the pain. its not fun. triple sigh.

fourteenth street is gonna drown. ive got yellow paper in front of me. o yea i was going on about my classes when i got destracted by brad pitt's body. ok so english is crazy. that is, my english teacher is crazy. she is like edna from the incredibles and she talks really fast. i dont like writing. i only like writing when i want to like it. and i dont want to like it right now. but i will anyway. life drawing is weird. beverly is weird. i dont get her. i want to pull her hairs out. its ugly, like a rag on her head. but atleast with her there are no threats of getting shot or gutted.

color and design fucking sucks. i fucking hate gouache. double sided tape is the most genious invention ever. fine art elective is interesting. but not worth it cause we get too much homework for just one credit. that part sucks balls. i think im losing my mind in the darkroom with them fumes. not fun. very scary. i like tape. and bubblewrap. but not together. taping bubblewrap makes me sad. its like killing yourself except you wouldnt be killing yourself, youd just be killing the bubblewrap. and the bubblewrap isnt even alive to begin with so you wouldnt be killing it at all. so its actually nothing like killing yourself. but the feeling i get when i see bubblewrap with tape around it is the same feeling i suppose i would get before and/or during killing myself.

form and space. ew. sucks balls. that is all i have to say about that. ew. *rips brain out of head into two halves*

hey it got cooler. i need to sleep. and clean my room. and then rearrange the furniture in my room. and then maybe ill make some pillows, cause theyre too expensive for me to buy. i knew all my old stuffed animals would be of good use someday. im being green. which is the opposite of red. twenty more minutes. i also need to do tons of homework. ahhh!! i just found out i dont have any grandaddy songs on my ipod. ahh! i was so wanting to listen to them. ahhh! so now i have to also remember to download grandaddy to put back into my ipod. double poop.

rose is cool. answer me this. what tattoo should i get? imma get one. okay now. five more minutes.