disneyland is still pretty awesome, even when it's raining hard all day. check out all those sweet ponchos, yo.

i wish they didn't keep raising the price so i could go more often. whateva whateva.

things i will do once i get home:

eat mexican food

get drunk with my friends

go to disneyland(!!!!)

graf show

consume copious amounts of yogurtland

take pictures

sleep in all day erry day

get my hair cut

make fudge

eat fudge

christmas, bitches

etc

things i have to do before getting home:

convince my professor that i did my final and emailed it to him on time, despite the fact that it didn't fucking send and without that i will probably/definitely get an F. an F-, even.

finish writing my religion final, due in a little over two hours and i'm falling farther and farther behind the more i write on this

clean my room

do my dishes (gross)

redo a ton of work on my ear sculpture

pack

travel for 5 hours in order to travel for 5 more hours

see my friends and wish everyone a happy holiday

find a place to hide my (illegal) microwave

shower at least once

WEDNESDAY PLEASE STOP SNEAKING UP ON ME, YOU ARE SO ENTICING AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO BEFORE YOU GET HERE

missin u already

nils is fucking coming on sunday

it is basically saturday

so he's basically coming tomorrow.

I'M DYING

NILS IS COMING IN SIX DAYS

OMFG.

my dogs are similar to me, in that they can never take a normal picture. someone always does something to fuck it up, like move their head so they look like an alien/seal hybrid, or think that i am feeding them a treat and lick their chops in preparation for it.

i don't lick my chops, though. i just am really awkward about picture taking and manage to make it look creepy somehow, because i am uncomfortable with how my face normally looks. i don't think my dogs share these insecurities, but you know.

i miss them when i'm at school. it's nice having dogs that don't need to sniff your hand before you approach them for snuggles. also it's gross when a strange dog licks your face. and you can't give other people's dogs kisses without looking like a creep.

had an awesome critique last night. i love hearing good things about my work, especially from *~*~established artists.

i'm such a jackass hahaha

desperately attempting to finish a five page paper about scientology as a new religious movement before class tomorrow. i'm pretty sure i can do it, but it's shockingly a lot harder than it sounds, solely because i started too late to receive help from my professor and i cannot concentrate on writing. i tried to block websites on self control, and this is the only website that i forgot to do that to. l probably should block this, but procrastinating feels good NOW, damn it.

i am so bad at this whole, being a student thing. the fact that i seriously consider dropping out on a regular basis, but pushing on because "college degrees are the new high school diplomas" is probably a good sign of that. fuck it. two more years left...technically, a year and three quarters. good job, midterms, u ruin mai lyf.

WHY AM I SO UNPREPARED ALL THE TIME

tremble at the awesome power of my castle made out of hamburgers, that i am posting all over the internet because i am so proud of it it's disgusting

probably the best birthday ever. rawking out to blake schwarzenbach, dancing on a movie-theateresque folding chair, drinking a whiskey and (diet) coke. i'm so impressed with myself. lauren and i partied hard, ate french fries, got into more bars, and convinced a random indian man to eventually get a septum piercing. unfortunately, though, we didn't witness him actually do it.

all in all, a successful start to an enjoyable birthday.

20 should be pretty sweet, even though my love for justin bieber has gone officially from "odd" to "fucking creepy."

things i miss when i'm at school:

boyfriend

friends

my car

scoops

my bed

dvr

the weather

my own bathroom

the ability to go fun places

flea markets

boyfriend

boyfriend

boyfriend.

BAWWWWWWWWW.

i hate that summer is almost over.

there are a few things i want for the future:

a better camera, a trip to tokyo, and a house on the canals.

something tells me that also wanting to be a teacher wouldn't really fit in with all this. fuck.

i went to lurk through tumblr and oh my fucking god that is the most boring thing i have ever seen.

stop being so goddamn pretentious, you 20 year old fucking douchebags. no one is impressed that you know words with more than three syllables and have a favorite font, or hate lady gaga. you are not original. i hate you.

here is a dog with five legs who is equally disapproving of obnoxiously trendy fuckers

neither this dude nor this dog appreciate your shenanigans. so suck it.

last night i had a dream that there was a claw machine.

there were a ton of stuffed animals, but also a puppy, hanging out and running around through the animals. it was a pretty gross puppy though, like the kinds with the bug eyes and really really thin fur.

i won it, though, and kept it in my room. i felt bad for it, because it was so ugly and trapped in a claw machine.

i remember giving it a raspberry. the puppy was stoked on it.

i miss this day so much.

oh whaddup ansel adams, chillin in your darkroom.

also i draw like a five year old

things that i have realized since being at college:

i am a straight up book thief.

i will never curb my addiction to diet soda, no matter how much my teeth itch.

going to the bathroom while other people are in there will never get easier, despite what they say.

there is no use in even attempting to clean off the dust that accumulates EVERYWHERE.

i am a filthy, filthy human being.

you should never, ever take real tv for granted.

snow isn't magic happy funtime. it fucking sucks.

i instantly hate people who whine about being away from their significant other for "OH MY GOD THE WHOOOOLE WINTER BREAK."

no matter where i am, i will always know an alarming amount of youtube videos that many people have yet to see.

fire alarms fucking suck.

there is more but i can't think of stuff right now.

oh also i like...write papers and take pictures and stuff. i guess.

and i'm all screwed up, but i feel alright

sinking deeper all the time

inside a hole deep in my mind,

but i love you, i love you more than life.