SIXTEEN

hours it's been since I saw the best movie ever.

actually, it's only been 11, but i'd like to keep my numbering straight.



"Fantastic Parasuicides"

watch it.

live it.

breathe it.

it's beyond worth it.

SIXTEEN [TWO]

i'm insanely excited for the next film: Blood Brothers.

i ♥ the SIFF.

FIFTEEN

i suppose i should say something.

happy two months, love

<3

FOURTEEN

days equals one fortnight.

I learned that word (fortnight) in second grade. In Mrs. Blackwood's class.

She had a severe case of osteoarthritis in her knuckles.

She used to tell us that it was from cracking her knuckles habitually.

Dammit. I stopped cracking my knuckles because of her.

Until my sister told me she lied to us to keep us from cracking our knuckles.

Cracking knuckles has nothing to do with arthritis.

Dammit. I believed her too.

Dammit.

FOURTEEN [TWO]

I hate my curiosity.

It leads me to find out things I do not want to know.

If I were a cat, I would be dead long, long ago.

FOURTEEN [THREE]

Dammit. I need to focus more on school.

Stop staring at daisies. Sunshine. Water. Sand.

I want to go to the beach.

Or to the park.

Or to a playground.

THIRTEEN

days left in this month.

and then summer ♥

hawai'i. beaches. water. sand. work. play. yay.

i will definitely get it this summer.

TWELVE

weeks into season and Warrick dies.



i'm so sad right now.

first Sara leaves, now Warrick dies.

what has become of the LV CSI?

ELEVEN

plus 6th of june.

design entrance exam.

i am slowly becoming insane because of it:

i dream only of possible layouts and compositions.

i inhale cardboard structures.

i dine on tutorials.

every waking second is devoted to furthering Illustrator fluency.

what can i do if it doesn't help?

ELEVEN [TWO]

if things continue the way they do,

i don't think i can do this anymore.

i suppose i guessed right.

<6.

i win.

TEN

acious grip.

i wonder if you know just how much

you make me think

sleep i lose

of myself i give up

more out of my way i go

in order to keep this thing that i don't want.

TEN [TWO]

is it so wrong to not try? to just wander into what God intends for us?

do we really have to give one hundred ten every waking moment in our lives?

NINE

teen weeks i've been here.

FIFTEEN weeks i've had to put up with this shit.

only four more.

restraint is the way to go.

otherwise one of us will end up in the incinerator known as "hell".

it won't be me.

EIGHT

ies look is most definitely not working.

it's not even eighties.

there are maybe fifty thousand hairstyles for men in the world, and my Tablo picks this one?



disappointment.

their new album is fantastic, though.

10/17

thanks, love.

SEVEN

days in a week.

five for school. one for God.

one for...?

did i make a mistake?

SIX

six three. thanks for getting me food, love. both times.

i went through your history.

don't be mad.

oh, and don't leave me alone with it anymore.

SIX [TWO]

I had one hell of a birthday.

cake. ice cream. carmex. socks. steak. lamb. l.a.m.b.

my life is most definitely complete.

SIX [THREE]

i want my hair off.

to the size of a turnip.

wouldn't that be great?

JOJO. JUNO. EXPO.