I like naked ladies. And I can't wait to be naked in front of a camera again!
School has been killer lately. I only got an 88% on my comp2 paper. My grade in medical term is down to an 84% because my teacher made it impossible for me to find time to meet with her to re-take it. Business isn't too bad but I just took a quiz which I'm pretty sure I barely passed, if at all. Keyboarding...well, that's easy. Haha. It's going to be harder since everything that's due by the 9th is going to be done by the 4th since I have to leave. I don't want to do homework in Texas again. Fuck that noise.
Last night as I was texting a certain someone, I realized how much I truly enjoy simplicity. Sitting on my bed with Reekie while we snapped, bent, and shook glowstick after glowstick, I saw how simplicity truly entices me. The act of breaking a glowstick, curling it into an awkward bracelet, and hanging it somewhere around the room just before turning out the lights makes me so incredibly happy and relaxed. Glowsticks themselves can excite me and make me want to dance and leap around, or relax me. I still watch cartoons, love grilled cheese, get so worked up over blacklights and glowsticks and glow in the dark things, I carve pumpkins in silly faces, snowangels and leaf piles are something to throw yourself into, and I would like nothing more than to have a coloring book and a giant thing of crayons and spend all day coloring. Now, I'm not a simple person in any way. I stress, I worry, I'm complicated. But every single time I do something simple, something childish, it feels like a vacation. A trip somewhere exotic. A small getaway from everyday. I want to say that I live for those moments, but that's not 100% true. I love those moments, and I know they alter my life just a little bit everytime they happen. Also, no person is worth talking to if they don't understand and laugh at Star Wars referenences, even if they're shitty ones in Family Guy.
23 days until my 21st birthday. The one thing that excites me most about turning 21 is being able to go to Koots when I finally move back to Alaska. The colder it get's outside, the more I miss that place. Even my bedroom in the condo. Each day it gets worse. I feel as if I'm never going to get back there. Sigh. Someday, I hope.
I really need to get working on a new set. Worst part is, I realllllly need a haircut first. Haircut, new color, and maybe some peek-a-boos. Eyebrows done. New ink. New panties. The works. I think I'm more worried about a photographer. I can't seem to find anyone who is serious about doing this. And skilled enough. But god damnit this will happen. Seriously, I don't care where the fuck I have to travel to and who I have to beg to shoot me. I will make this happen no matter what. Anyways.
I must be going though. Tons and tons of laundry to do, along with packing. Also, way too fucking much homework. Go me? Also, have to find a way to make some extra moneys. I like moneys.
XOXO
Bukowskii
School has been killer lately. I only got an 88% on my comp2 paper. My grade in medical term is down to an 84% because my teacher made it impossible for me to find time to meet with her to re-take it. Business isn't too bad but I just took a quiz which I'm pretty sure I barely passed, if at all. Keyboarding...well, that's easy. Haha. It's going to be harder since everything that's due by the 9th is going to be done by the 4th since I have to leave. I don't want to do homework in Texas again. Fuck that noise.
Last night as I was texting a certain someone, I realized how much I truly enjoy simplicity. Sitting on my bed with Reekie while we snapped, bent, and shook glowstick after glowstick, I saw how simplicity truly entices me. The act of breaking a glowstick, curling it into an awkward bracelet, and hanging it somewhere around the room just before turning out the lights makes me so incredibly happy and relaxed. Glowsticks themselves can excite me and make me want to dance and leap around, or relax me. I still watch cartoons, love grilled cheese, get so worked up over blacklights and glowsticks and glow in the dark things, I carve pumpkins in silly faces, snowangels and leaf piles are something to throw yourself into, and I would like nothing more than to have a coloring book and a giant thing of crayons and spend all day coloring. Now, I'm not a simple person in any way. I stress, I worry, I'm complicated. But every single time I do something simple, something childish, it feels like a vacation. A trip somewhere exotic. A small getaway from everyday. I want to say that I live for those moments, but that's not 100% true. I love those moments, and I know they alter my life just a little bit everytime they happen. Also, no person is worth talking to if they don't understand and laugh at Star Wars referenences, even if they're shitty ones in Family Guy.
23 days until my 21st birthday. The one thing that excites me most about turning 21 is being able to go to Koots when I finally move back to Alaska. The colder it get's outside, the more I miss that place. Even my bedroom in the condo. Each day it gets worse. I feel as if I'm never going to get back there. Sigh. Someday, I hope.
I really need to get working on a new set. Worst part is, I realllllly need a haircut first. Haircut, new color, and maybe some peek-a-boos. Eyebrows done. New ink. New panties. The works. I think I'm more worried about a photographer. I can't seem to find anyone who is serious about doing this. And skilled enough. But god damnit this will happen. Seriously, I don't care where the fuck I have to travel to and who I have to beg to shoot me. I will make this happen no matter what. Anyways.
I must be going though. Tons and tons of laundry to do, along with packing. Also, way too fucking much homework. Go me? Also, have to find a way to make some extra moneys. I like moneys.
XOXO
Bukowskii
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f1ssure:
Blacklights are the coolest invention ever. And seriously... I have also toyed with the idea of moving to Alaska... even quit my job last year to do it, but they offered me a shitload of money to stay. If you follow that dream, I give you mad respect.
blackjacket:
id move to alaska in a heart beat