the long and winding road...

I have to start off with saying that it's been a wonderful nine months and that it's not you, it's me.

But, "Here's looking at you, kid."

Thanks for all of the support you've given me over this long time. I have greatly appreciated it.

And now-

"Goodbye."

I am 19, damn it!

You Are 19 Years Old

19 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

I resolve to:

»Hate stuff less, like other people's music (but tolerating country and rap would take a support group...) and other people in general. If they are going to be a bitter bitch, then I should just leave them alone to fuck up and not get involved with the fact that they are a bitter bitch (note: none of you are her, trust me)

»Stay off of blogger more, for yours and my sake. Especially on the weekends when I should be studying, living, or finishing my pieces for the competition March 5.

»Stop adding useless stuff to blogger when it obviously doesn't need it.

»Watch good movies more and read more good books.

»Not piss people off as much.

»Learn to laugh at everyone and everything. (from Sean)

»Stop being in a music void. Stick with something good and stay there, but still experiment.

»Stop being guyless. Find someone local and cute. (as in, not Canadian actor/English actor/ 17 years older TIME columnist/ English actor who travels the country on his motorcycle)

»eat better. Stop buying Lunchables, egg rolls, and frozen pizza.

»be more optimistic.

»save money.

»be emotionally open.

I backed my car into a cop car the other day/ well, he just drove off/ sometimes that's okay

Tonight is the Modest Mouse concert! OF is going with me... but probably not Cute Lead Singer of his band. However, Qué was very sad on learning that she has a prior engagement and cannot accompany me, as she loves Modest Mouse. Pol bitch-slapped me on learning that I was going and said that I went to all of the fun stuff (Green Day, etc.) and that he didn't like me. Qué said the same thing about either OF or myself, I'm not really sure...

Today was: sleeping during Gettysburg (and thus having weird dreams involving my peers) and watching Finding Forrester with Spanish subtitles. Meh. I love Sean Connery. His Scottish accent really rox my sox. No, not really. But it is nice.

I will post pictures of Modest Mouse for you guys tonight, as my NEW PHONE!!! has camera and video ability. I heart it very much.

And I heart you all very much.

I am incredibly screwed...

...I studied for my finals, but I have so much colored pencil drawing left to do and a collage. Due by Friday and Saturday, respectively.

I posted several hot pictures of Toyayu today on photobucket. Sadly he would kill me if I posted them, but, be assured, he is sweaty (hair appears wet) and wearing a tighter than usual black longsleeved shirt, so he is very hot.

Here, however, are his hands:



This is what I get for making fun of cosmo with Toyayu and Qué. Toyayu: "'Does he like kinky?' Yes, he does. 'He likes you to do all the work...sometimes.' No, that would be all the time."

The bedside astrologer said his best sexual trait was his luscious lip service, which is interesting to say the least...

Mine was that I had a good ability to grope buns.

And I leave you with...

yes, virginia, there really is another week of exams

As in, now.

While I should be studying for my math test, I'm procrastinating because I studied for it a little bit earlier and I should be working on my art colored pencil drawing, due Friday.

fuck fuck fuck

just have to say...

GO GREEN DAY! KICK ASS!