You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

i should watch out for what sort of energy i project, i don't mean to calumniate (freedictionary action). i should also stop giving myself advice like this! BAAAGH. to speak frankly and un-cryptically, i have been dragged through a hellish month, threaded together by innate optimism and (as of like the past two weeks) the decemberists. i'm in major social upheaval, adjusting to a shifting social climate (it's shifted so much but not really for me until now, now MY roles with people are different as opposed to their's being...i believe), and i risk more or less losing my best friend to a big suspicious void.

also it's almost by birthday and i always get CRAZYBITCH this time of year. that and the massive buckets of lust i trudge around (which is just petty and directionless admiration with a dash of sexual arousal of a celebrity nature: "stupid"). the art show is abuzz and i'm laboring on at a display that won't suck. it's most exclusively drawings that i do in integrated math III, which kick my portfolio's ass because they're a lot more fluid and communicative. i'm hoping that a lot of people will be amused.

i bet it'll fall on somebody.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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