i'd like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds to make,

to make my escape from this planet.

i get attached to things alarmingly easily.

i like watching things change.

i was pretty bummed about my happy utopian dreams being crushed, but looking at it now, it doesn't suck as much as it idd then. i have a set path, that's going to be a fucking BITCH to follow, but will be *~*~worth it in the end.

i got into the studio art major, am going to my first critique today, and am ready to crap myself. i'm literally presenting a photograph of two stick figures humping, drawn into the sidewalk. there's other stuff, too, but it's all along the lines of that.

needless to say, i am probably going to get eaten alive.

fffffffuuuuuu