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Today, he looked at me. I was in Chorus, singing The Rhythm of Life, when I looked up to see him standing by the door, looking in the window at me. Almost immediately after our eyes met, he walked away, leaving my face flushed and giddy. At this point, you're probably thinking "Be still my heart" in the most sarcastic tone. But Christian is amazing. He's smart, nice, funny, and musically inclined. He actually holds conversation with me- a very rare trait, no matter who you are or how hard you try. If Christian really DOES like me back, I hope I don't fuck it up.
So this one time.
I got wasted.
Off two beers.
I passed out on my sister's couch and ended up vomiting.
So I take a break from drinking.
And then 4 months later.
I go to my brother's birthday party.
And do back-to-back Jell-O shots.
For an hour.
And barely get a buzz.
mind = blown.
I mean, yeah, they're pretty.
"Mikey, I'm pregnant?"
No. Just no.
And all this obsessing over Gee's face?
I like it too.
In fact, I wish I looked like him.
I also wish I was married to LynZ, so that way we could have beautiful babies spawned from the sperm of some anonymous benefactor who donated his semen, and those children would be mothered by a highly intelligent, bad ass artist/bassist who makes beautiful dioramas, and does backbends and lights things on fire whilst playing said instrument.
But that won't ever happen.
You can't always have what you
I'm thinking about getting a mohawk.
I mean, let's face it, I'm in high school and have no real commitments in life.
Nobody's gonna frown upon a fry cook having a teal and white mohawk.
The most that's gonna happen is older people looking at it disapprovingly.
What the Hell- I'll get one.
I'm thinking about getting a tattoo of Jabberwocky and blood-splattered white roses on left arm when I'm old enough.
I'm too young right now, though.
I was talking about piercings with my mom today.
She's letting me pierce my cartilage.
A month ago, she said I had to be 16. \(*-*)/
This is the part where I
Sometimes, I just feel so lost, even though things are getting better. I want somebody to talk to, but Leanna isn't always available. Even when she is, all she talks about is Hannah, and that's partly why everything sucks.
Christian's the only person who listens without judging. He tells me just to be myself and to not let anything hurt me. I really like him. He knows that. I just don't think he likes me as much. He's been acting weird since I shaved my head.
It's really hard to not feel bad. My brother hides on his room playing video games all day.
Lately, I've been getting critiqued for not having realistic work.
1. Fuck you. Just because your imagination is dull, why make people around you suffer?
2. I can draw realistically, but where's the fun in reality?
Enclosed are three pictures to show that, yes, I can draw realistically and cartoonistically.
So, suck it and so forth.
I used to watch Shawshank Redemption and Kill Bill on repeat all the time when I was 8.
I would pretend to be sleeping and watch them late at night.
Around the same time, I was obsessed with Sarah Winchester and Lizzy Borden, and I wanted to grow up to be a paleontologist.
The paleontologist thing comes from my interest in fossils and prehistory.
I sat through hundreds of education programs on both women and I found it horrible, at the time, that a girl could possibly kill her father and step mother. Now, I justify it. And Sarah Winchester just fascinates me, even to this day.
Today, I shaved my head for St. Baldrick's Day at school.
It went splendidly.
My hair's in a plastic bag.
I'm keeping it forever. <3
~2 Months ago~
Me: If MSI goes on tour again, I will buy four tickets to the closest show and skype myself doing choreographed dance to My Humps. Amanda, Leanna, Nick: get your videochat ready.
Jimmy: MSI Tour 2012
Me: *jiggles ass for webcam*