I'm in this photo class at U.T., so I may just make art this semester. I need all nine muses to keep my inspiration at check.

Also, I need some props.
And a lobotomy.

wow. i'm so glad to see that i still have some support here. for the past week, i have lines of favorites and 'watchers' going on and going on. thank you guys so much. i am happy to see people still enjoy my art, even though i have reached a serious serious block.

naturally induced?
environmentally induced?
vomit induced.

i'm going to trrryyy to get back in the game. if only i had some spare time.
i took a memory card full of pictures at ACL and i WILL post the worthy ones once i get a chance. bjorkie poo and kazuuuu.

thank you for the lovin
here's to lovin you, ;*

maybe i only made art because i was enrolled in a class


all i do is work.

i truly can't believe anybody was born in the 90s.
and that there are girls out there who want to be 85 lbs.
and that the terminology and breed of "emo" still exists.
it's a mad world out there, i tell you.


today in biology, our class watched a baby being born. you don't need me to tell you that it was grotesque. childbirth is not a beautiful thing, people. it's a mess of hair, fluids, blood, sweat, and umbilical chord. men should feel lucky.

i am glad to say i resent you above all.

i'm going to arlington to meet my cousin's baby that he never told us he was having, today. i'm also hoping to get in some thrifting down there. i love going to stores in other cities. it's kind of exciting.

i hate it when i call everybody and text everybody for no reason, besides the fact that i'm probably just bored. it's not a big deal, but usually nobody answers and then that phone call is just kind of hanging there. in outerspace. or they'll see it in their missed calls and we'll see what they do with that. or perhaps they were sitting right there, watching it ring, deciding not to answer it, for some unknown or obvious reason. a white elephant that i am completely unaware of.

i think i've grown to be too oscillatory with my actions. sometimes i'm quiet as a mouse and other times i'm overly verbose about my opinions. yes, with my annoying voice. this can be viewed as a problem, i suppose. but maybe it isn't; at least i'm not predictable right?

i'm sick of kitsch art.
i'm sick of slander and smear.
i want change.

this is only being written down because my ponytail is so tight it's pulling out all my thoughts. so, here they are.