he is doing the graphic design program. his fall classes are fundamentals of drawing, 2-d design, desktop publishing and photoshop. im kind of jealous, sounds infinitely better than my lineup of lit courses. he got a job at an answering service that takes the calls for rustys pizza. easy stuff, answering phones and he can browse the net between calls.
he's obsessively into music, he listens, writes and plays all day. he's amazingly talented. he's also way into computers, he surprises me everyday with how smart he is, he has a vocabulary that puts mine to shame.
ok, you are asleep like normal people at 3:25 am. good night. happy dreams.
I`m in along term one myself and there have been problems.
Talking isn`t always the answer. A person can feel like anything they say won`t be right, so they say nothin.
My lady is 47 and I`m 32. She drinks/I smoke. She does Yoga/I play computer games, she like walking/i do to but say for 1/2 a mile. She lets the dog on the bed/I don`t. She like rock/I like techno. She is highly strung/I am calm. She`s a raving socialist/I`m not sure what I am.
So where is the in common stuff there? Is it important? Can`t you get on with your shit, him with his, and then meet in the middle. He don`t have to see all your mates and vice versa. Its the love that is important.
Anyway hope it works out for you.
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A archiologist (sp?) finds 2 dead people in an ice cave, perfectly preserved. After examining them he cries "this must be ADAM and EVE!
if u need any second opinions or reviews, I'd be happy to show any of your stuff to my crew at the shop...my front line guys and gals know their stuff the best
yeah, i did. i was crying like a dumb little girl and i was desperately alone and and and....i wanted comisseration in girlish voices and maybe 'oh you'll be alright'. i just penned my life story, literally, in pbs journal so be relieved you got a message instead of that pontification. ha. i am going to fail this class and fuck i am a loser.
oh no wait. i am fucking rad.
only funny in the irony of how so not cool i am.
hows single life treating you? are you thinking too much? that happens to me in the quiet.
yes, coffee please. soon. i feel starved for girl words. they are different somehow and i get so very few.
kelsey and i still haven't spoken since june 16, the longest we've gone in our lives.
i'm sitting here attempting to study & i am reminded of the way you described your calculus (i think?) final last semester - there is lots of rocking and cackling and hair pulling and math induced insanity involved in the process. i am completely confused about one part.
do you remember how to do operations (adding mostly) with infinite sequence functions in sigma notation? its confusing me. if you want to get coffee at some point today call me, im sitting here losing my mind. -j.
i just checked out your comic pix and i'm really impressed. curious about your technique. is it mostly filter and wash, or is there some pencil too? photoshop i'm assuming. looks great. are you shooting your own photos? it's all really cool. i'd love to talk to you more about it.
there are some similarities in my own work but i'm lacking the photorealist touch. come check some of them in my pix.
J would love to have coffee with you on thursday sometime after her final. she would have typed this herself, but all of her random math books have fallen on her and she cant reach her computer. im sure she will be awake all night, so someone should call someone and set it all up.
i like you're thinking, phrasing... whatever i'm tired.
just run with this it sounds strange, but i decided whenever emailing or posting to journals i'm going to quote whatever i'm listening to right then offa "the infamous work mix cd"
so here it is: "wanna go for a ride."
now that that is out of the way: planned parenthood thread.
thanks for putting thoughts together better than i could. way to go.
scholarship, acceptance, pride. fuck i lost so much today. and i feel alone, i am alone. in any way that really matters at least. sorry i didn't make it to your house, did you guys have fun? i want to be intoxicated and it scares me. i never wanted to be the type of person that masks things. i can't stop crying and ...never mind.
not gonna babble on. and if i change my mind, i'll email. there are too many eyes that come around here.
Thanks for your comment on my article about Crick. I made a point of including Franklin in there because I feel like history has shafted her unfairly. But, just as I expected, some weirdo with like 15 posts in 18 months on the site had to come out of the woodwork and claim that she did everything and was the victim of some conspiracy and so we should all piss on Crick's grave as a result. I'm glad somebody got the message though.
that sounds soooo cute. i think i will look like a homely little troll next to you but i am all for that idea. we are a dynamic duo indeed. also, big things went down today. call me.
i failed my class. i lost my acceptance to ucsb. i lost the scholarship. i lost my comfortable place of denial mostly. i am seriously depressed and i think that i have been trying not to feel anything and i now i feel too much. girls like me don't have two boys that say i love you or two boys who cry when i threaten to leave. i dont know what the fuck to do with this but i know that people who have two usually end up with none. i dont want eric to leave but i cant expect him to stay. i dont want to go back to the boy but i cant pretend that i dont stand in the shower and cry everyday. i cry for the wedding that i dreamed about, i cry for four years of memories that are fading. i cry because i saw forever in his eyes. i cry because i believe when he says im sorry and i believe when he says that he understands my value and would spend his entire life working to afford me. i want to run back to the place where i was a 4.0 student and my parents called everyday. here i am happy and i have a huge penis and i can get naked on the internet and be me and be free but my parents are ashamed and im a failure. my friends dont understand, i dont know what i want and i know i am going to break a heart or two before its said and done. this fucking sucks. lets get naked. fuck the camera. i mean, um....yeah, dynamic duos...lets do it.
he is doing the graphic design program. his fall classes are fundamentals of drawing, 2-d design, desktop publishing and photoshop. im kind of jealous, sounds infinitely better than my lineup of lit courses. he got a job at an answering service that takes the calls for rustys pizza. easy stuff, answering phones and he can browse the net between calls.
he's obsessively into music, he listens, writes and plays all day. he's amazingly talented. he's also way into computers, he surprises me everyday with how smart he is, he has a vocabulary that puts mine to shame.
ok, you are asleep like normal people at 3:25 am. good night. happy dreams.