After a long night of death. (No, really I thought was literally gonna die.) I had to come to school late and ruin everything. It's true I have been late to painting a lot lately. And Today i was a hour and a half late. And I have been going extremely slow on my painting. But not thinking of all my bad behavior, I went up to talk to Monty, (the teacher that makes me cream with delight)and he proceeded to tell me that I was a disappointment and that I was taking advantage of his hospitality. I suck so fucken mega BAD! This is seriously the worst thing that could have possible happened. I love Monty so much and all I want to do is impress him, but I fucked that up royally. I hate myself. The only reason I am not crying is because I don't have it in me. And my face is krinked with lush pimples. I fucking rule. I'm sorry Monty, I really do hate myself now.
brogan:
god damn i hope so! 
oh you shouldnt feel bad about the whole painting thing i find it really hard2go2 my classes but i prefer to do my work on my own 
oh you shouldnt feel bad about the whole painting thing i find it really hard2go2 my classes but i prefer to do my work on my own 
thebleak:
that picture of you on the hopefuls page is pretty hot. especially the black flag poster in the background. is newburg near cincinnati? i'm coming there on tour in early may. any good local bands you can recommend to play with?