grrn

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I FEEL SO WEIRD RIGHT NOW.

It is a beautiful day and I was just outside but then the sun started to go down and then it got cold so I came inside and today I talked to Kyle Fetzer and I am on the edge of an epiphany you guys. Kyle Fetzer always puts me on the edge of an epiphany. I think he might be a soul mate of mine of sorts, he is a weird wild dude and I like him a whole lot.

My life is (or I am) a ball or a wheel and I had a dude and a winter break and a school and some friends attached to that ball and then that ball started ROLLING. And all that shit fell off with the exception of friends except everyone went back to their designated places of education or whatever but we're still friends you get the point, and that dude fell off (and got squashed) and winter break ended and now that wheel rolled over some different classes and really new creative ideas and me being able to sleep alone just fine now and me thinking I might be able to do this and me liking my face and my body and my mind. And maybe waiting for Max to get back won't be impossible and maybe I don't need other people as much as I thought I did. And maybe everything will be okay and maybe I can handle my shit. MAYBE. MAYBE. Kyle put it that he is in a transition period and nothing is stable. BUT NOTHING IS EVER STABLE. Ever. You know? It's not. I am not stable my life is not and I am in a transition period as well. My life is all wabbly and exciting and I am young and I am doing, for the most part, something I really like. And I am lucky that I get to do that and also and I figured out what my passions (not of the soul) are so young and that they are so established and clear to me, it's so OBVIOUS. And I have something that I love to do. I love to do what I am doing and I will love to do what I will do for the rest of my life MAYBE. I don't know what the passions of my soul are yet. I DON'T. But that is okay because when you are nineteen years old nothing fucking matters. Like Descartes DESCARTES DOESN'T MATTER I HATE HIM. But I love a lot of other things.

My point is that that wheel is going to roll and shit is going to fall off and new shit is going to stick to it and some things will stick to it and never fall off like hopefully Josefina and Diane and hopefully some really awesome career will stick to it and hopefully people that I can get along with for eternity will stick.
I'm so excited to see what the fuck is going to stick to my wheel in a couple of years.
grrn

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School started. I met the coolest girl ever at a party the other day. I have most of my images done for my show. I just need to print them. I'll show you some prints later or you can just come to my show.
Here's the info if anyone wants to come. Not that anyone oh my friends list really lives in my city.
Salt Art Gallery
212 Race Street
Philadelphia, PA
October 2nd, 2009
6pm - 10pm

Cait got back from Spain today. She bought me Marc Jacobs sunglasses for my birthday! I'm so hyped on them. Max is coming on the 9th and Cait's boyf is here with her from ESPANA. So we're going to go on a double date to a nice restaurant. We're excited. David (Cait's boyf) wants to meet Max so badly. And I think Max wants to meet him because he has alopecia and Max thinks that alopecia is really cool.

I need to but a million things for school! It's unbearable. It's going to be like $600 in supplies just for this term. I need to rob something.

I'm watching an episode of Intervention but it's not drug addicts this time, it's anorexic twins. Their parents are from Poland and they're very very confused and all "I never heard of anorexia in old country. in old country we had different problem. not enough monies to feed ones family." AND THEN THE BIG POLISH DAD CRIES. And I wanna be all "its okay dad. it's okay" and give him a hug but I can't because he's on the TV. I want to kick these bitches teeths in.

Also, here is a story with pictures.

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