Goals, goals, goals.

My whole life is made up of goals.

I think I have too many.

I'm in a weird mood today.

I'm really happy, but really angry and frustrated.

I want/need/would love to learn Russian and French.

I got paid today.

It felt good to be welcomed back, and paid in full. I even got my regular chair.

Stupid giant Reese's.

Stupid loving little sisters.

Stupid mind.

Stupid life.

Stupid.

:), Part II.

The perks of being a Visual Artist:

being used for portraits again, this time featuring a necklace

with your portrait in wire.

:)

The perks of being a Visual Artist:
having friends who use you as a model.

Ah, Recovery.

I am back at school again.

And behind on my work.

But I got to go home ('cause I was sick)

rest, watch Cops, do laundry, go to the grocer's,

all that good stuff.

And now I'm stressed.

At least it wasn't The Oinkers.

Oink, oink.

I Think Things Get Better With Time.

Pokemon club.

Dance, dance, dance, dance!

I'm making you a fabulous mix tape.

At Least.

The network here blocks my two favorite blogs.

For "Shopping."

Which is dumb.

Double negative days!

-257

-620

Huzzah!

Tae bo this afternoon...

Oh my god, I'm going to die.

But at least I'll die thin.

And not flabby. As seen in fig. 1.

fig. 1

One Step Forward, Ten Steps Back.

Gained three pounds.

Honestly.

I'm doomed to be an eternal fatass.

473.

It's not even not even past dinner.

The Times They Are A-Changin'.

So, I've joined the league of Gingers.

Unfamiliarity.

I'm home for the weekend.

It's weird.

It doesn't feel like home anymore.

While walking through the front door, I had a realization.

I don't live here anymore...I will never live here again.

It's unsettling.

622.

Honestly.

I'm quite frustrated.

Unpack Your Baggage...

...It's time to let go.

Things will get better.

Things will get easier.

I cannot wait till that day;

it's closer than we think.

572.

I've got to stop going out to eat so much.

But.

I got a new dress today.

I love it.

So I Decided to Quit Being Lazy and Give My Posts Titles...

Haha. Even really long ones.

Things I'm sick of:

Worrying, constantly.

Headaches.

Being freezing all the damn time.

Blue toes and fingers!

Counting, counting, counting.

Eating like a fat cow...

Freak out, freak out, freak out.

Dinner tonight with my cousin.

610.

ugh. ugh. ugh.

1.9.08, Tuesday.

Wow.

A whole new month.

Should I make it a good one?

Hell yes.

Will I make it a good one?

We'll see.

Rapping in the photo studio.

Spilling india on to your crotch isn't fun.

The "Black Bleed..."

Still have an essay to write.

Thank God it's personal.

A special place in my life...?

Uhm..