sex is mathematics, individuality, no longer an issue. intellect is not a cure. justice is dead, and love cannot be trusted.
surface, surface, surface, is all anyone finds meaning in.
at least its not really cold? yeah.
speed cleaned my room because kyles coming over.
its really hot.
i couldnt sleep. like at all. skipped my 3D class this morning. out of cigarettes. nothing to eat in the kitchen.
off to draw nude models for 3 hours. yay.
technically the only two thing you enjoy.
painting at 3:30 today. HATE this class. douchey teacher, doesnt end till 6:30, and the old lady who paints next to me stares at my head. (hairs’s blue)
OH, i got monies today. lots of it. then spent too much on art supplies. buying 2 bonnaroo tickets tonight. that should be the highlight of my whole day.
feeling unproductive today. yet, i’ve accomplished a lot.