prestently listening to:smashing pumkins, Adore

intentions to: take a nap

soberity level: i so sleepy

have you ever blown your nose and asked "how in the sam-fuck did that shit get in there!?! and how'd it all just come outta there!?!"

ya. i'm really sick. i don't feel too bad, i just got all these "monsters", as my mom has been calling them, coming out of my nose 'n throat. i can't breath at night either. so its not that i feel that physically shitty, i'm just exhausted from trying not to suffocate all night.

consciously working to breath sucks.

after painting for 4 hours this morning...pause...4 hours. i was up at 7am and painting till 12. i took a break to drink some coffee and strech my cramped legs from sitting on the floor. i have to catch up in my art class.

so, after painting i took the longest most wonderful shower ever. i hadn't washed my hair since thursday...i saw that face, its really not that gross. old ladies wash thier hair once a week. i know because in beauty school i was the one that washed that nappy hair and set it in that roller perfect form that stays rock hard for dayz. so, as i let the hot water melt the hair spray out of my crimpity-crunchity hair the steam melted the snot cement from my breathing passage ways. ahhhhhhh. to breeeethe.

i stood reflecting on what potential fun there could have been for me the night before. last night i worked at the show the YC had. it was a kickass time. my boss was skankin all over the damn place! i asked her where she learned to shake it like that "you ever heard of, uhm, Skankin Pickle?" ya, i've heard of skankin pickle! "i used to hangout with them in high school."

so we shook our booties all over that band night. the kids that payed to come in didn't have nearly as much fun as we were having...and we got paid!

that night kristine was going to try and hook me up with this "totally hot guy" named 'Brandon'. he was suposed to be excited to meet me. he didn't show. i wasn't sooo disapointed, but i did put out just a lil extra effort to look cute that night. i guess he couldn't make it because "he was working late" according to kristine.

we were gonna go over to his house for a party, but kristine flaked and i couldn't very well go without her.

so, instead...mike 'n bali and i smoked after the show was over and everyone went home. bali left and mike 'n i jumped in the 'thrasher' (as recently dubed) to smoke another bowl before we parted our ways. so we roll to the back of the YC and as we blaze a cop creeps by with his spot light shinning in every car he passed. mike 'n i froze as we just about pist our pants. the cop rolled right past us without stopping, but as he made the corner just out of our view, just as i turned my engine to get the fuck outta there the cop turned around. we got out of there fast.

how exciting being a law breaking city employee.

boring. after that i drove to see how my sisters lil party was going at my dads house. not a rager. good. but it was boring so i left to go to bed.

today driving with stacey, a porch of 7 19-24 year old guys howled at us as we passed. the attention was exciting. i need to get out more.