Living life, feeling free.
Vanilla milkshake poptarts and a beautiful day where nothing is going as it should. I’m oddly zen, just a bit hungrier than a poptart can handle. Gonna take a shower which will solve two things—deleting underlying stress and superman boxers to wear with my lowrider skinny jeans. “puttin on my jeans, beeyotch” (insider with me + nigel + greer)
blue and yellow : the used
And it’s all in how you mix the two, And it starts just where the light exists. It’s a feeling that you cannot miss, And it burns a hole, Through everyone that feels it. Well you’re never gonna find it, If you’re looking for it, Won’t come your way,yeah Well you’ll never find it, If your looking for it. (looking for it) Should’ve done something, but...
Spring break: days 3-4
Basically I’m trying to recall how the past few days have been—I can’t, which I’m taking as a good sign. Um the other day where I was all sleep-deprived was a Sunday. I woke up sorta thinking I’d get to see Queer, but life rarely turns out as you hoped. So I just did some art (I think), wrote some shit, napped. Monday, things got interesting. Spent most of the...
You’ve lost your muchness… In there, something’s missing....– Alice in Wonderland 3D. Aka my life right now.
Spring break: days 1-3
Listening—“Better Days” : GooGoo Dolls Watching—Twilight (on mute) Wearing—grey lace cami, spanks, thigh high socks Drinking-rum and coke. Ooh, I’m at the part where dude starts glittering. Anyways. So—spring break. Taking a break in the spring. Friday night, I met mom’s bf, and their dog. I might like the dog better than the fellow, but...
It’s not supposed to be perfect, and no one is supposed to understand it. It’s meant to be chaotic, and it’s meant to make you cringe. This isn’t here for constant perfection, or some cliche’ happy ending. It’s here to be real, and to keep your heart beating, and to keep you wanting more. There is supposed to be a bright light of hope in your heart, and a black hole...
wildcarousel: 52hearts: Ghost of a Good Thing...
on spring break—kicking it like: …oh. yes. just like this. sorry—drinking heavily, and mom keeps talking about how I should reconcile with my father. =( about to pour myself another glass and get ready to hang out with my PEOPLE.
ramblings via work vol. 852
I’m at the point of exhaustion where it’s simply ridiculous. It never ever ends. I’m gonna try to grab a nap before my date with N tonight. I’m excited about seeing this play and kicking it with one of my absolute fave people. I had an ice cream cone with sprinkles (which they didn’t have at first, but I asked one of the ladies and she went to the back to grab some...
I'll get maybe two hours of sleep
Maybe. Tomorrow will be caffeine and coffee and cartwheels and drugs to fend off migraines.
not overwhelmed. not underwhelmed. just plain whelmed. It’s been a long day with a lot going on—as always. no telling how long my phone’s been dead. running back and forth from the computer lab to the DMS lab to my dormroom and soon back to the DMS lab (and I’m such a neophyte when it comes to printing shit the night before critiques). still need to windex my glass for the...
just got -dressed-
I miss my style. Yesterday reminded me that dressing is an important part of who I am. Yes, I’m gonna still wake up and throw on the nearest things that feel right, but I’m also gonna make sure those things include shit from my signature— Like these leopard-print tights. Pics after the jump.
I’m a bad bitch most of the time, but my secret—I’m a sucker for cuddling. It doesn’t happen nearly as often as it should, but I’m all for it. Platonic cuddling, sexy cuddling, movie cuddling, after-sex cuddling, intoxicated cuddling… it’s all good. But really, I think it’s one of the only known cures for lonely nights like tonight. Off to...
this is why I'm distracted during class.
I may or may not be paying much attention.
My doodling has gone digital, and Ai has been getting quite a workout (not as bad as the beginning of Feb, but still…) We’re talking about the way consciousness develops over time, as we come in contact with obstacles, restrictions. Is it the sinful nature to rebel, or is this individuation an innate, unconscious reaction? Is our aversion to “no” because of the original...
I almost forgot that tomorrow is Rachael Kay’s b-day. I must use my crayons to create her something fantastic. TO THE ARTMOBILE!
[queued] why don't I watch this show?!
Roger Sterling. White Collar. This man, and that suit. Did I mention that I have a problem with my attraction to suave, older men? …and now I’m thinking of my main man, Diego (he always tryna holla when I’m with my husband, and I’m all like “nahh, you betta cool it til he’s not around.”) I digress.
Showers are great. I mean, water in all its healing, restorative power plus the literal cleansing of the day’s grime. I don’t think it’s something I’m gonna share with someone, though I “joke” about it often. Call me selfish, but I really don’t care. Today was food and trenchcoats and ice cream cones in the rain. Tonight is grooming and wax and twisting...
so I was gonna try to transcribe this convo with Queer… but the innuendos are too far-reaching, so I’m keeping them to myself.
come here lil mama let me whisper in your ear. →
I know what I want, and I’m pretty sure that it’s going to happen. However, I’m not sure it’s going to happen how I want it… </vague> In other news of other indulgences: I really, really want to eat a waffle, but luckily, we’re out of non-stick, so at least I’m not stuffing my face. Watching me some Torchwood, probably going to watch a documentary...
driving through the dark...
…and we’re just animals howling at the moon just to avoid the silence.
geeking out over graphic design junk. click.
this happy fellow, in this happy shirt. DESIGNbyHUMANS
The plague of mankind is the fear and rejection of diversity: monotheism,...– Thomas Szasz (via gayshitgoeshere) (via randyisalwaysright)
I was about to sit here and do some serious writing, but instead, I’m gonna watch me some Torchwood and sleep. I’m thinking about attending chapel before lunch so that I can see Eric Metaxas. ‘night, lovelies.
First of all, it took a lot of effort not to rhyme that with the word “queer.” Secondly, it took me a lot of effort (three tries at least) to spell the previous cardinal numbers. Maybe I’m in typo city because my ears are still ringing and honestly, I’m slightly shaking from the heavy bassline that’s running through my veins at the music. Music fills me up like no...
we all just want to have a good day.
so I had a good day, and here are the little reasons why: woke up, went to J-Hall, took care of shit, DONE. lunch with the lovelies. netflix in the mail convo with an old friend work (watched Hustle) had a -moment- with the husband finished graphic logo proj. ate dinner let it digest ran showered made tea went to Kinko’s (got free copies) made even more tea went to the...
killa-am: soundandsmile: Breakeven | The Script...
social commentary break
I blame dear Randy for this [particularly when I’m procrastinating on this AP Style Quiz joker]. Anyways, she Wiki’d the phrase hipster—a label that I -almost- identify with, in the loosest sense of the word. I love my fashion, and I like to think it’s got an edge (when I’m not workin’ for the man, wearing my biz casual, but even then…). “cultural...
I have been all about this homework thing.
I mean— it’s graphic design and communication. I study and work hard and don’t move until it’s completed. And that’s a feat for my completely ADHD ass. When my prof isn’t being an ignorant prick, I can even enjoy that man’s class. Off to the library I go!
and when I talk to him, I wonder...
Sometimes, there are people who show up on your radar who you’d never expect [emphasis on “never”]. Maybe your friendship is too amazing, maybe they’re the “wrong” gender, or maybe you know too much about their history. Or maybe I should just eliminate the word “never” from my vocab altogether because my standards change. Constantly. I mean,...
and the bass keeps runnin' runnin'
Okay, so tumblr = live-blogging my life, which is fine especially since I no longer have my journal. Just came from working out. I ran, which is something I just generally refuse to do. But I really, really liked it. It helped that I had my ace, Randy, running with me. After running outside, I went to my room with every intent on showering and staying in for the night, but something in my ear was...