some photog of myne enjoy!

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Spending the weekend with Bekah

We tye dye'd and partied. Went to an alien party. took photos and sat in the hot tub!

:)

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English essay

ok this just sucks..

*edit*

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Friggity Fridizzle

Well I have been meaning to post all week. But one of my English deadlines for a thesis popped up and it was STRESSVILLE! I did get a research assignment done for Rock History though, I loved it! I did a paper about the plane crash that Killed Buddy Holly, The Big Boopper, and Ritchie Valens. I was fascinated by how little articles I found. I specifically focused on the song "American Pie" by Don McLean and how the day of the crash is now known as "The Day The Music Died". sad sad.
anywho..

Unable to find a thesis for a paper I'm supposed to be writing.
This artist block that has been lingering for 2 and a half years is really starting to get old.
I am starting to believe that in order to write shit that people will like and get into I have to be drug fed and sleep deprived, maybe even depressed and co-dependent. Hell maybe even homeless.
I've been reading over stuff that I was writing when I was 16 and it's SO raw and honest. I will post one that is embarrassing but SO GOOD. I used to love just letting go and writing about what-the-hell-ever came out of the tips of my fingers as I typed.. reading it after ward it was like not even knowing what to expect. So I keep flipping through these pages of my past to find some inspiration...

...Nada.

/frustration. (For now)

I need help on my math; I'm not going to ask my mom, she really annoys me. Whether it's because I have too much pride to ask for HER help, or I just really have no patients to talk math with her... yeah that's the one, I throw up a little when I think about asking her for math help. I showed her my research paper about the plane crash just because I thought it was cool, and she's all, "yea, let me just wait to see this on the computer so we can start on a 2nd draft." and I immediately went off the deep end and started getting defensive.
"How dare you, mom, I was just showing you because I thought you might be interested in what it was I have to say, not to scrutinize my verbiage."

Ugh. I will take criticism from ANYONE, and love it, but not from her. I just CAN'T, my face turns red, my head splits and aches and I clench my fists into balls of fury. Why? No idea. I have such a short fuse with her. I love her, but when it comes down to it... I can't stand her 'momming' approach. She has good help to offer me I'm sure, but I just get really infuriated, and FAST.
I want to do it all headache free. I do it all at school because the apartment is hardly big enough for me to turn around in, I don’t have a room and space to think and be organized. I wish I could afford to live in a place with Bekah, She makes me so happy. <3 I’m going to tough this all out, and take advantage of living in a place for free rent. Try to keep a firm hold on my sanity (and GPA).

So anyways, I just ranted. My head is stuffed.

I darted outta school today, I have been waiting all week for Friday. I bussed my way up to Bekah Boo. I helped her make a clown suite.. Well ok I just sewed beanie baby heads on for big buttons and watched TV while she did it.. it turned out amazing! and now we are gonna go to the KUBE93 haunted house. SO STOKED! ahh

I worked allot this week! This is a good thing on account that I feel very broke after having to donate 400 bux to my moms over drafted bank account :( well when she pays me back I may just have enough to get a car, or if I wait 3 more months I might even be able to get Julie's VW that she wants me to have<3
SOOO I have been blasting Sublime alot more than normal lately. and I have decided that it must be done.. I'm getting the Sublime Sun tattoo'd on me. i cant decide between my other hip..(Brandon Boyds art is on my left) or my backshoulderarea.

LOOOVE Sublime.
:)
OH I also plan to get the Floyd Flowers too. FORNICATION BABY!

So It's been a stressful week, and I'm all ready to get all Scared at a haunted house! woohoo!

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Poetpopulist.org

Hey anyone who reads this should go vote for my creative writing teacher Mike Hickey.

www.poetpopulist.org

check out his poem(s)

he is awesome :)

thanks

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I am thoroughly confused about the html of this whole PHOTOBLOGGING fiasco!

Uhm, I have no idea how to organize any captions or text to these. So here's a cutie picture Post. I'll have more of these.. I will try and keep updating new photo shoots I do. :) I<3>

Ahh.. well, If you are confused...GOOD cuz so am I!

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To unpathed waters, undreamed shores

Well my bus adventure was very chill. I got from Tacoma to Bothell in one painless piece. I hiked about 4 miles in all in the rain and wind, the bus driver forgot where to turn, and that threw me way off course. So when I made it to Bekah’s at around seven I was set on spending the night. 
The next morning (this morning) I slept in rather than waking up at the ass crack of dawn, and busing to school, instead I skipped two whole classes and got a ride to South Center with Bekah. She made me eggs before we left, which I made intp a peanut butter-egg and cheese sandwich. She was disgusted with me… I don’t see why, I make friggin’ TASTY sydwitches!
Well here I am, finally at school, just a little late. Some boy tapped me on the shoulder and I was startled, because I don’t know A SOUL on this campus. I thought it would be the mean library security guy telling me to put my bottle of water away, or to stop texting, like he usually does. But it was a dude that I used to run into at raves back in the day. I forgot his name but he know mine, and that made me feel inadequate, I wish I could just be like, “yeah, hi I remember you but not enough to remember your name…” He always messages me on MySpace too, but that doesn’t help because he’s name on there is “GET DRUNK” he was telling me about how he’s in treatment… though he wreaked of alcohol.
Anyway, speaking of reek…Someone in my general vicinity really smells bad, like bad poop breath and Indian food… UGH. Yuck yuck.

So Bekah and I had a really optimistic car ride from Bothell to south center! We spoke of goals and happiness, reassuring each other that we are capable of doing anything that we put our minds to. I want to get a camera (recording kind…) so I can start making movies. I was watching one at Jeff’s the other night, and I REALLY want to tape stuff I experience and make it into a rad music video. I want to do SO much! Much more than I ever remember wanting to do. I will follow Kale’s “possibilities” board Idea and make a collaborative file of photos and aspirations! Filled with words like “YES” and “because I CAN” and “Health” and “WEALTH” things of that sort.

I better go catch up on my math home work now.

OH, and that picture post I've been talking about, I WILL do it tonight. Or I will turn into a pile of poo. mom's been kicking me off the comp lately..to do her e-mails. I have determination.

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