I sat outside on a wooden bench *insert picture of two I would have taken here* today for hours and read and attempted schoolwork. I mostly daydreamed. It was mid afternoon, before sunset.
There was an artist sitting opposite of me, in plain view. He sat down after I did. He had a small dish of water, a drawing board, or large pad of paper, and his paints. After a bit, he started to sketch something, and eventually began painting it about an hour later. I stared into the fountain as much as I stared into my book.
Actually, a part of me was hoping that it was me he was drawing. It made me smile to myself every single time the hope crossed my mind, and also kept me distracted. I didn't move the entire afternoon.
But when I caught glimpses when looking over of what he painted, though he was too far for me to distinguish what was on the paper, there wasn't a drop of black to be seen.
I felt a bit sad.
We (my friend Melody, my roommate, her friend, and I) sat outside where everyone smokes, at one of the tables, and it felt like I belonged to a group, finally. Granted, we were only four, sitting and joking, listening to everyone else, but I didn't feel like I was intruding like I usually do, sitting there, for once.
My headaches have come back. We watched Ichi: The Prequel, and The Phantom of the Opera. The latter was a tad arousing. Must have been the mystery, and all the caressing that was done..and the completely different story going on in my head. *cough*
There were some beautiful scenes in there as well. Places for me to go on my next vacation: London. I wish they had been more specific at the movie database.
The girl who played Christine is a bit over a year older than me. She was really, really pretty. /me sighs.
Gerard Butler should live solely for my entertainment. Preferably in the bedroom. Since I don't have one of my own, I hope he doesn't mind my moving into his place for awhile.
I missed the Social D concert tonight. That makes me sad, I'd like to cry.
I don't like missing one of my favorite bands. Concerts make me feel so much more alive, especially if I love the band. And I'm rarely going to be going anyway. I missed their previous show due to some unfortunate circumstances and other peoples disgusting actions. I was 20 feet from the stage almost the entire time.
Fuck. I wanted to go and enjoy it this time.
Only two more to look forward to, one that might not even happen, either, as I don't listen to the band.
I do not want to get up in six hours for class. I also feel a bit lonely right now. I'm afraid of those moments before I fall asleep tonight. But my head hurts.
The rash on my stomach is almost gone. Hooray for acquired skin allergies to nickel and rash cream.
There was an artist sitting opposite of me, in plain view. He sat down after I did. He had a small dish of water, a drawing board, or large pad of paper, and his paints. After a bit, he started to sketch something, and eventually began painting it about an hour later. I stared into the fountain as much as I stared into my book.
Actually, a part of me was hoping that it was me he was drawing. It made me smile to myself every single time the hope crossed my mind, and also kept me distracted. I didn't move the entire afternoon.
But when I caught glimpses when looking over of what he painted, though he was too far for me to distinguish what was on the paper, there wasn't a drop of black to be seen.
I felt a bit sad.
We (my friend Melody, my roommate, her friend, and I) sat outside where everyone smokes, at one of the tables, and it felt like I belonged to a group, finally. Granted, we were only four, sitting and joking, listening to everyone else, but I didn't feel like I was intruding like I usually do, sitting there, for once.
My headaches have come back. We watched Ichi: The Prequel, and The Phantom of the Opera. The latter was a tad arousing. Must have been the mystery, and all the caressing that was done..and the completely different story going on in my head. *cough*
There were some beautiful scenes in there as well. Places for me to go on my next vacation: London. I wish they had been more specific at the movie database.
The girl who played Christine is a bit over a year older than me. She was really, really pretty. /me sighs.
Gerard Butler should live solely for my entertainment. Preferably in the bedroom. Since I don't have one of my own, I hope he doesn't mind my moving into his place for awhile.
I missed the Social D concert tonight. That makes me sad, I'd like to cry.
I don't like missing one of my favorite bands. Concerts make me feel so much more alive, especially if I love the band. And I'm rarely going to be going anyway. I missed their previous show due to some unfortunate circumstances and other peoples disgusting actions. I was 20 feet from the stage almost the entire time.
Fuck.
I wanted to go and enjoy it this time.
Only two more to look forward to, one that might not even happen, either, as I don't listen to the band.
I do not want to get up in six hours for class. I also feel a bit lonely right now. I'm afraid of those moments before I fall asleep tonight. But my head hurts.
The rash on my stomach is almost gone. Hooray for acquired skin allergies to nickel and rash cream.
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korbendallas:
Cause i live in a house, and i'm going to be renting it out now. So i'm moving into an apartment. I could take the dogs with me, but 3 dogs in an apartment ='s smelly apartment.
danhazelton:
hey neighbor,... what part of milwaukee are you in??