why did i do this?
..im not sure.

so give it about a week or something and im deleting this account and everything on it.
so if you MUST have that favourite show up under your favourites still, i might have put it up on my new account.
actually im begging you to go and fave it on the other site. *on my knees*


oh yea. and the account is [link]

theres to many people to go to each page individually and add to my watch again,
so can you please just add my new account and then i can add you back again?

merci beaucoup
you all

p.s. i want to go rent some movies.

i have just cleaned laundry and you dont.



ive noticed that alot of people on dA have just like, disappeared.
theyre gone and gone forever
no warning or anything!
did they just jump off the face of the earth?
in that case are they floating around in the sky?
dont worry
ill make a ladder and help get you down.

my cat wants attention.
i do too. :l

i am a student.
and i think school's a bore.
no surprise.

but in writing/lit we have to study someone and find their worldview and its this really large project that will last for the entire year.
i have hunter s thompson. so i will have to go buy one of his books to read.

and then also
we have to find a qoute by this person and analyze it by the 7th.
so i found all these qoutes by him and on my own time, i decided to make a collage of them.

its been kind of hard, trying to find a word in other words. i want for each word to be in the same font to make reading easier.

so this is what i do with my spare time. you can me odd if you like. infact id like you too.


i want glasses!

The too pale moon pose a tiara on your reddish-brown hair
the moon too turns brown
glory splashes your slip a lot of holes
the too pale moon stroke the opal of your unexcited eyes
princesses of the street be the welcome in my injured heart

The stairways up to the mound
it can make the wretched sigh
Whille windmill of the moulin
shelter you and I

Small mandigotte I feel your handcuff that looks for my hand
I feel your chest and your fine size
I forget my sorrow
I feel on your lips a fever odor of childlike one poorly nourished
and under your stroke I feel a drunkenness that me annihilated

The stairways up to the mound
Can make the wretched sigh
Whille windmill wings of the Mill
Shelter you and I

But here that it trots the moon floats
itself the princess also
under the sky without moon
I cry to the mist
my fainted dream

The stairways up to the mound
are hard to the destitute
one the wings of the mills
protect the lovers

-complainte de la butte

i have only a few things to say:

arizona clouds are beautiful and ive never been so happy with just staring at them.

the entire city of flagstaff is sick. so the cardinals [arizona football team] had to come to presscot, and use embrey riddle, the areonautical campus where we stayed. they took away our gym, so in return we might get to play at one of their games.

arizona clouds are beautiful

im profously wounded

and also dirty.

and i love arizona clouds

also
things got so confusing. being around so many people again and over hearing conversations and staying up late talking about the scary topics.
seeing men walk around the campus sidewalk at one in the morning, in shock asking your friend by the window to close the curtains.
-thuogh i think i was dillusional that night becuase we get very sleep deprived. and what i really saw was a cloud in the shape of a man runing around on the far sidewalk. then also, as we continued to talk, my leg wouldnt stop shaking. like ti was shaking the mattreess. i wasnt lying on one. we had mattresses all ove rthe floor. i was sitting between two.

we had 8 people in a room meant for 4. so we had to carry 4 matresses and move furnitiure to make room. we had 8 girls. and one shower.


arizona clouds are beautiful

i didnt like the cafeteria food. i basically ate tator tots from there. sometimes we made quesdiallas in our room, but we had to sneak butter from the cafeteria. we tried to make ramen in a frying pan. and we ate it on plastic wrappers.

basically, i could go on.
its true, for all you people who arent in band.
band camp makes unbelievable memories.

i mean seriously, our inside joke of dinosaur dancing, we got up at a show and taught the ENTIRE band [all 230 members] how to dance like a dinosaur. some people were crying from laughter.
some people charasmatic and what happens at band camp stays at band camp so silly things happen.

you know those kiddy playgrounds from like mcdonalds? this one place had a really big one. damn straight i went through there. it was INTENSE.
i also climbed a rock wall all the way to the top. that was a first.

and every night we stayed up talking till 1 [and we had to wake up before 6 each day for marching], well i got something from all of them.
even when i wasnt there and just overheard from the other room. [we had theparty room in our dorm, so other than us 8, other people would ocme and like live in our room. we collected more food from them, adn sometimes we found their boxers on our bathroom counter] so our room was always full.

aka
i hated it. i died. i couldnt wait to get home and sleep in.

yet i loved that i went.

im sick

and angry.

and to let you know in advance :

people are taller in the morning!