Rabbitface.

I was sketching a self portrait today and I tried to a different face than I normally do. You know, to mix things up.

But biting my lip makes me look like a chunky rabbit.

"This is actually very something I like."

He cracks me up. I just wish he could teach Physics.


Instead of taking notes on things I already know, I draw what I see.

(Not) Growing a pair

Every time someone tells me that I'm going in the wrong direction is right. It sucks to admit it. It'd be so much easier if everyone told me that I was making the right decision, but it seems that everyone that I talk to is confused why I'm on the path that I'm on now. It makes no sense to anyone. Not even me.

What am I supposed to? Drop everything on a whim? I'm so envious of everyone who has the guts to do what they want!

As of late

I've been reading a lot lately. Today I finished American Psycho. I don't even know what to say. Pretty graphic stuff. Last week I read The Rules of Attraction, another of Bret Easton Ellis' novels. They're similar in a way, except American Psycho gets pretty intense. I'm also reading Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris, and I read Sartre's The Flies the other day. For class, I'm reading Goethe's The Sorrows of Young Werther. I'd talk more about the content of the books, but I'm so mentally drained after that last one. I want to read Camus' The Stranger next.

All that this was trying to say was that I love that I'm reading again.

In other news: Peter might be gone until March? Or not? Text messages shouldn't be so cryptic.

Also I'm trying to be productive school-wise. I've done my reading, and I've been staying on top of all of my Calculus homework. My Biology book has finally come in the mail so I'll probably go over that later tonight. Just keepin' busy.

Out of it

I'm so tired of everything.
Not in a "I hate everything" kind of way, but in a "everything is futile" kind of way.

Rewind three months. Play.

Not again. I can't do it.

Affections, affectations, affected.

I pride myself in my ability to be unaffected by people. I've always been of the opinion that if a person feels that they can affect you, then they have power over you. Thus I become something that is interacted with, but unimpressed upon. Or at least that is what I'd like you to think. That way you will understand that whether you are there or not, I will be, and that you will be the one needing me and not me needing you.

But that's not really how it is.

How to make snowflakes

Somewhat unsure.

Inhale

Exhale