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I figured it out. Finally. I'm so happy. Maybe it was lame that I was letting this eat at me, but it's important to me and I wanted it to be perfect. I don't know why it never occurred to me before, but I've got it. now I need to draw it up.
Thinking about it makes me really emotional. Maybe it's the Sigur Rós.

Anyway, I should be doing my homework. I have 20 days of high school left forever. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.

Every so often I come back to the fact that I'm planning on getting a tattoo for my birthday this year.

I always knew what I wanted it to be like, but it's never been "perfect" so now I just don't know what I want. I do, but I have zero idea what I want it to look like. My creativity and imagination are severely lacking in this department.

It's supposed to be for my dad, therefore I really want it to be just right, so it makes me sad that I can't really think of anything.
I would delight in anyone volunteering to help me out a little

Ha ha ha ha ha hum drum.

Life seems really slow right now. Lots of things were happening for a while, but now everything seems to have stopped. I've become bored.

I passed my lifeguard certification this past weekend, so now I'm looking for a job so I can get a sweet and much-needed tan.

School is so slow too. I hardly ever really go to class anymore, I always find a way to get out of it or just do nothing. No one ever does anything. I'm supposed to be painting a mural above the French class, but I just don't even want to. It's so complicated and the teacher's expectations are so high. Oh well.

My art teacher submitted my watercolour project to a student exhibition at an art gallery. They're being judged and the winner gets a lotta billz. I'm not really expecting anything though. I never win anything when I'm put up against other people.



Lesson for now: Live and let live, guys. If there's a spider in your house, please don't stomp it. Put it outside where it wants to be.

I'm getting a little tired of hypocrites. Really tired.
If you're going to talk about someone behind their back and bitch about them doing something, don't deny that you are notorious of it yourself. Seriously.
No one buys the bullshit. Why don't people realize that you can't lie about the things you've been doing for years because everyone a) knows about it, b) has already talked behind YOUR back to someone else about it.

And also, if you're about to accuse someone of doing something that you are notorious of, it would help if it was actually something they did or had done. You know, so you could back up your point a little? But you're probably not smart enough for that. Oh well.

Get a clue.

Fuck it. I love the Pixies.

How about deviantart licks my balls and then makes it so that avatars can be slightly larger than 15kb. Seriously? 15? Give me a break.
I just spent way too much time making an animation specifically for this purpose and now I can't even use it because it's about 50.
Yes. I am lame. But so is the whole thing.