the human face, the hands, the hair
this is the first halloween in my life that i'm not dressed up, having a party, or going trick or treating. i don't know if i'm just becoming less fun, an adult, or both

i am starting to care less and less each time i see flowers. the clouds, they are my new interest.

do they even realize what they're saying? do they realize they're going back on everything they've previously stated? do they know what topic they are dealing with? congratulations, i had a meltdown. what else do they want from me?



fuck this, i just wanted a nice day.

Mark Ryden, Mark Ryden, Mark Ryden


instead of going to battle of the bay like the rest of my school, i watched the office and watercolored something for erin, a decision i do not regret

http://i37.tinypic.com/118puhk.png

so i can print this in photo class, dont mind me

Soon to be Erin.



aaand soon to be Erin and Pace.

I get to turn these beautiful paintings by Mark Ryden into photographs. I'm so excited.

It is a pity when someone's photography turns merely into a documentation of the things they see and becomes devoid of creativity or personal flair... i hope i never go down that path

"i'm sick sick sick to kiss you and i think that i would vomit"


only someone with a brain i could relate with would find that romantic.

tonight was definitely one of the nights i'll look back on in a few months, and smile while thinking about it




it turned out to be quite nice, indeed.


"For my birthday, my relatives give me sex."


byebye

Current obsessions:






school is fine, i need clothes though. i'm excited about photography 2. i miss alex. i'm glad i can finally relax. sorry for this diarrhea of words and thoughts.

byebye

I hope i never become a slave to work again as i have in the past week.



when i count down the hours until school begins, i feel like i'm counting down the time i have left to live. haha.



byebye

"I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
-Sylvia Plath





this reminds me of a cute baby grendel

byebye