amazingly stayed awake during the line rides without the aid of a book. caught a 20 minute nap(!!). wide-eyed and operatic all the way home. feet only slightly sore. today was fabulous. inordinately filled with this, what is it?, is it…glee?!?!
so yieah. arrrrr!!! :D
p.s. all disneyland is missing is pho and a tea station.
am, always, will be a sucker for pre-fab structures. it’s like every lego/paper-fold/woodblock house i’ve ever lusted after as a child smashed into a format “acceptable” for adult consumption. love, baby, so loved.
i think i should be more like wow, i’m actually preparing for an art show in japan, except i’m more agitated by parental antics and other minutiae to really care. but guess what, i’m preparing for an art show to be held in japan. and san diego.
the fact that i’m preparing to exhibit in any art show is insane. weirdness actually.
a rehash of i won’t pretend to be understanding I’MPISSEDOFFARRRRRRR.
understanding is for wussies. anger is for the totally righteous.
not even a shopping discount can right the wrong. why am i so stupid sometimes dammit.
and oh yes, mr. teepee is dumb. proof that there are people in this world who have the mental capacity of a bird.
a really itty bitty tiny little midget bird.
i won’t pretend to be understanding I’MPISSEDOFFARRRRRRR.
angerball.
so what i really need, ISTOERASEMYBRAIN.
162 bucks just to order the prints. only two of them will come framed. god only knows how much i’ll have to spend to frame the rest. then ship the whole lot down to sd. ZOMGWTFBBQARBYS.
so yieah.
< disney weed >
i’m going mad and crazy — smoking crack and daisies!!!
< / disney weed >
so that’s how it’s been for the past week. seems like it’s been that way forever. man this sucks.
it’s not you, it’s me.
it’s not your fault i totally want to hit you with a big blunt object. and stay pissed off at you because you collapsed from me hitting you.
oh christ it really is just me. again.
thanks to the powers that be for shoving a steak knife into my heart, jiggling it around a bit, then hanging a 1 ton acme iron on the knife handle. and then pointing and laughing.
i don’t think i’ve ever felt this emotionally wasted in my entire life. or, wasted isn’t exactly the right word. because i’m all in, all out, and all over the place. it’s ridiculous. like a de-kinked elastic band.
realization from yesterday: poets can be so vainly self-obsessed. not that i’ve ever written a poem for poetry’s sake in my entire life. i just have opinions on everything.
this is totally THE BEST THING EVAR. EVAR. i require it my for birthday — which, in the interest of supporting the importance of me, is tomorrow. gimme. need. want. now!!!
i relentlessly agonize (procrastinate!) when it comes to pre-show prep. it’s not a lot of work — and it’s soooo much work. or, well, more thinking work than any actual fill-out-forms and make-recon-phonecalls work. i think the process’d go so much faster if i had money to waste on this hobby of mine.
seriously contemplating taking up meditation of some sort to rid myself of road rage. or people rage as it were.
and oh yes. puppy power.
the saddest realization: with my hair all pulled back and yellow light shining directly from above, i have a HUGE face. all spheres and wonky arabian curves for eyes. so there it is. if nothing else, i’d make an excellent stylized caricature of some alien being. which isn’t a bad thing. i just wouldn’t mind having looks more akin to gong li than, say, y’know, some alien being.
mommy commented that even my toes have gotten chunkier. and how! good times!
haven’t watched the tudors religiously, just a few snips of some episodes here and there. mostly cuz i feel like they sexed up the story way too much and it’s the type of sexual perspective more reflective of the now than, say, back in the 14-1500s. plus, well, the hotness of jonathan rhs meyers is so, so different than what henry supposedly was like. i can’t get my mental image of the historical henry out of my head and thus equate the entire series, wonderful and fabulous though it is, to be yet another grand cinematic fanboy love letter to sexuality.
so saying, i get depressed when seeing the plight of catherine. that musta hurt, through and through.
even more repeats of lifehouse’s you and me today. can’t fucking help it. even though i really really wanna destroy! cut off! flip that whole mess upside down!!
etcetra and so forth. yieah.
plus, i feel like feeding the world cream puffs for some odd, odd reason.
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