isadora

antimony and i have purchased guitars. childrens' sized cos we're tiny. mine is black, black like my soul; hers is pink with little hearts -- 'nuff said. we'll see how long it takes us to figure out we aren't talented.

in other news, i threw up today in my school's sculpture department's bathroom. i hate the sculpture department, so, i'm pretty proud of myself for managing to vomit there instead of, say, all over my shirt. at one point, i was lying on the ground outside desperately trying both to not puke and to finish my cigarette. just imagine me in fetal position in the dirt, my stomach audibly expressing its willingness to claw its way out my mouth-hole, my hands shaking uncontrollably, and through clenched teeth gasping out "must... finish... cigarette...". thanks antibiotics in averaged-out doses meant for people who weigh twice or thrice what i do! i hate doctors.

i lead an exciting life, oh yes.