So I think it's really fucking awesome when we make plans together then you turn around and tell me your computer is first priority then on top of that, when we're supposed to hang out no one can get a hold of you! Hey gee thanks! I love feeling like I'm your friend. And really I want to thank you for the text this morning, "I fell asleep". No sorry? No hey let me make it up to you?

Yeah fuck you.

So I had this dream last night that I had this teacher, who looked strangely like my philosophy teacher, who had this odd obsession with pirates and so we all built this pirate ship and we were gonna go somewhere. A big part of this was acquiring a whole bunch of pirate stuff, clothes, weapons, etc... My character (i wasn't me in the dream) had this weird draw towards knives and when i got a bunch i kept them for myself and then one of the other students figured it out and told the teacher. When the teacher figured it out he brought me up to the very top of the ship ( i was afraid i was gonna fall off) and by top i mean the very top of the sails. he then proceeded to tell me the importance of all the stuff we can get. Then we got down and went back to the room where the other students were and i transformed back into myself (as in i looked like me in the dream). At the end i was with frank and dameon in a car...i can't remember what happened after that. it was odd....

Dear Ayla,

i really wish this would tell me when i had a comment cuz i probably would have responded to the comments you gave me!

Love,

Darien

Grow a pair already.

I am so fucking tired about people whining. Pointless, annoying whining.

"Boohoo my art isn't as good as everyone else's, I don't know what I want to draw, wah wah wah..." WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK?! I certainly don't! I'm done trying to convince you that you are an amazing artist with so much potential, but if you don't realize it yourself you are going to be a shitty artist.

And you want to call me passive aggressive? well fuck you! I'm not the one pretty much flat out telling me I have no clue what I'm talking about "but whatever". Who's the passive aggressive little shit now you dumb bitch??

You were the one who decided to go to art school. You were the one who decided to pay a shit ton of money to go to a school you KNEW was gonna be hard for a career that is going to land you in the streets.

I'm not gonna be part of your pity party. No way fucking Jose.

Stop complaining and do something.

mmm...fiber

Soo, just got home from class. Feel like shit, hungry as fuck (I even just ate a fiber one bar).

Had an overall fun day though. Had a pic-a-nic with Ayla and Crystal, twas good. Made yummy delicious vegie/spinach dip in about 5 minutes.

I have some warring thoughts in my head that I want to post but I'm unsure where because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

But anyways, I'm gonna stop typing now cuz there really isn't a point because my mind is blank than a white piece of paper. Could you say that BLUE piece of paper is blank?

Wow, sleep time for me!

Tout-a-loo!

I hate how selfish you are. For once lets not talk about you. I'm done talking about you. For once will you leave yourself bubble and ask if I'm okay?

Or are you the only one allowed to have problems?

Hello Blog 1,326

I have this horrible habit of creating blogs and never updating/keep up with them. I don't know if it's because I lose interest with them or for the lack of followers, but I never really bother to use them. I've been getting better about keeping up with my newer ones http://love-is-vanity.livejournal.com/ http://twitter.com/LilAppletini http://sleeplessuburbia.tumblr.com/ )

Does twitter count as a blog?

But seriously, I'll try to be good about posting. They may not be very long, but it will happen.

Pinky promise.