I'll finish taking things down later


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yes thanks, I am well aware that these journals should actually be used for art journalling. It's just quite difficult to be going about that and listing off reasons why this account moves with the astounding speed of molasses in a time warp. except not, because I wanted an example that generally just meant excruciatingly slow and I've never actually been in a time warp so I couldn't say for sure.

ANYWAY.

so no. for the past few months really, january abouts, art has been .. royally fucked mostly. I think it's my general lack of being in posession of a good sketch book. my job lot one just sucks assmar. too much assmar for it to even be a substitute. I don't know. substitute rhymes with prostitute.


ANYWAY.

I have two sketch books actually. that could be the problem. if I throw them both away I think I'll feel better about the situation. urrgghh. I dunno. It's. Weird. I'm like the anti-OCD but some things just need to happen in order for things to work for me. you know? waking up on sevens, persay. having cold hands.

ANYWAY.

so I think I should finish some things. I dunno how much of it will get posted. writing really fucked me up too. it's all quite distracting really. and when I dissapeared from here, mostly, I was drifting about fictionpress. GAY I KNOW. hah. hah. but no. I'm not sure which I want to focus more on. gorgeous art doesn't seem like it should be made on microsoft word, you know? or lovely faces don't seem like they should just hang around on printer paper.

ANYWAY.

other things are going well. I miss my girl. hickey's are dangerously easy to catch. hats should be washed at least three times a month.

that's about it.

blah blah blah.

my eye kind of hurts a bit. but I actually replied to all of those crazy comments stuck in my inbox for like twenty or so years, so I'm feeling accomplished. no wait. that's a total lie. I don't really feel anything at all about it. I'm kind of sleeping.

a lot of sleeping actually.

I'll update things later. I haven't really drawn much lately. at all. for a few months. I need a sketchbook like a lot. please.

right so. I've got to go be twelve years old again. bye.

I don't know. I'm all twitchy and stuff. tomorrows all woo hoo, you survived ONE MORE YEAR. CONGRATULATIONS. WELCOME TO EARTH. I like your shoes.


I don't think this is deppreessioon. Just this weird need to drown myself in the shower. I have to sort things out. the greater half is all ill. so is the wife's brother. this is a downer. I think my hand is shaking way too hard to draw anything. be surprised this is getting typed. OH WELL. I wanted to be one of those obnoxious chornological journalers. you know. who never really update because they suck assmar. though. my art project is now in the art hallway. finally. hahah. and my hearse print is coming out kind of nifty. and I really want to sit in on photo tomorrow.

should be fun.

happy birthday, darling.


WE LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH.



no coffee, I'm fine thanks. : D

mmm. I really want to open my window cause its all gorgeous and stormlike outside, but it wouldn't do any good. instead of a screen I just have more glass. blah. how much of a pointless crusade would it be if I just broke the glass? I think it'd make me feel better anyway-

you know, it's totally one of those days again. where your like, mmm, charcoal on my finger. mm. paint splattered freckles. where it just works. I couldn't be a dedicated oekakier perrson. my computers a total bitch, so a lot of the time when I'm in the middle of something (on paint or in photoshop) it'll be like, NAH. and just have a complete breakdown. and then it's like I really was sitting there for three hours doing absolutely nothing. WASTE OF PAINT OF TAPE OF TIME.

so I got my hands on some more jacked CDs jayeah. exciting? hell yes. I saw plato going to tennis while the mother was driving me to the father. who is currently in a sling. and unmenacing. either way, I'm now the proud legal owner of First Impressions of Earth, Lifted and I'm Wide Awake blah blah. I keep setting things on repeat. the obsessions gettting kind of bad, but that's how I work.

eh. I keep getting these on and off headaches. I'm not really sure what to do about them. so I just wait for them to skiddadle, and people look at me queer when I tap my head and go, "skidaddle now please". I'm just kidding. there's no one around to look queerly when I say it.

last night was good. me and the people perused around the new plaza. stopped at shaws. bought a coconut. found out Swishy Hair Kid has a name (AND A JOB). they call him Ted. I don't know if I'm going to use that name. I kind of like Swishy Hair Kid. anyway, Ozzfest kid was there too. though I didn't catch his nametag, because I couldn't stalk them that obviously. anyway. Ted and Ozzfest kid are awesome little buddy pal guys. I love them. at least they're not leaving next year.

so I also saw shandilynn and nathan out and about near shaws. not venturing together, but at different times. conversations happened. it was nice. I finally saw harold and maude. and lords of dogtown. new obsession with hearses and california stoner boys? WHY YES I'D SAY SO.

at least I'll have a few extra obsessions to fill in the stalker void when the fucking seniors leave. seriously man. I. I. I.

mmm. Happy fucking april first. Less than a week until the world celebrates my birthday. : D

shut up, I'm not conceited. hah.