Sunday, October 19, 2008

Lost Paintbrushes Amount To Broken Dreams

*sigh* The horror of the situation I am facing is indescribable. I need to paint. And how can I? With not the correct instruments... My well-being will be negatively affected not if I have a sleepless night tonight (which is more than likely) but rather if I will be able to paint a picture of a person smoking weed. So... other than going on a 3-hour long scavenger hunt for a missing paintbrush, I also returned from what was not such a fantastic sleepover. It would've been more fun if the guys didn't come and if the girls weren't more obsessed with being on facebook rather than spending time with their friends. Gayness. So on Friday, I went to a wedding. It was moderatley good, but the reception was deathly boring. I wanted to shoot people with a rifle, not a camera since they didn't do anything except sit around. People barely even talked. Jesus, what boring people.... Then later, when I got back from the wedding, I had to change in 2 minutes and 34 seconds to go straight to a cross country dinner/meeting. It kind of sucked too. Mostly cause all the girls were obsessed with this one guy who's basically an asshole anyway and were like "Ohhh, take a picture with MEHHH!" -.-' It got irritating. So I sat through it until I was finally picked up. The next day I had the county championship cross country meet. I didn't do as well as I'd hoped but I still did better than before. And my two super amazing freinds (Mark and Laurel) were there. Which made it all over ALOT betta. When I went home, I ate. Alot. I love eating. Food is good. I wish good actually rhymed with food. SO it would be like...g-uuu-d. Ya know? Yeah. It's better that way. So anyway, then I went to the sleepover that basically sucked. But what didn't suck about it is I ate about six or seven cupcakes. God, I fucking love cupcakes!!! Anyway, nothing too interesting happened after that. I came home this morning... I finished some of my homework. I still have that fucking speech to plan out. And I want to paint a picture. I can tell, tonights going to be an insomniatic night. Yes, I CAN tell ahead of time. I'll probably go to bed at 3AM. Yes...That will be my bedtime. 3AM. So I wanted to paint a picture of a girl smoking weed, but I can't find my fucking paintbrush. I'm not giving up yet though! Eh...I wonder if I can put html in here. I'm totally asking Jubert. If so, I'm definetly putting my painting on here when I'm done with it. YES!! so...I have no idea if I'm happy or not. I don't want to say I am case if I am, then I'll probably jinx it away and my dog will die or something. People annoy the fuck out of me. I constantly have wonderful fantasies about kicking people in the shins or the hamstring. It's incredibly uncomfortable to be kicked there... I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't know why, but I don't. But I gotsta =/ Eh...My mind confuses me. I don't know what it wants from me... Yeah so. Yay fer sleeplessness. I don't know why but it automatically puts me in a moderatleyy good mood. But I do get irritable. But that's everyone else's problem, not mine. Yeah so....yeah.
Current Unhealthy Addiction=Paint
A Shocking Interrogation by Graf Orlock

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