desperate youth

so ugh....this week has been an amazing....a roller coaster CD listening week if you ask me. I think I have chronic rosy cheeks now since it's getting colder and colder each night. I'm in the library, and it's warm, and certain parts of my cheeks are lighting up like a poorly lit Christmas tree.

Wow, so much this week, so little time cause I get off of work in an hour. AND THENNNNNN!

(can you guess it? can you!!!) I get to go paint at Kresge until the Weeeeeeeee hours once again. Sigh....there's honestly no life like that of a painter. And by no life.....I mean no life. I have no social life except for a friend and a brush.

Which by the way!? Yeah Teresa your brushes are cool and all.....but sorry, I can't afford to import fresco brushes from Italy.......fuggin' Naopleon over here.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (it's probably bad calling someone from Spanish decent Napoleon. And since Ramadan is over I can say it...."Napoleon....you were a dick! A cold blooded dick!"

So Ramadan is over.....and I'm waiting for the list of people's missed days so I can start making them up for them. sigh.......I feel poopey now eating during the day, and I know I must sound like a freak because food is my favorite thing, but honestly...........I felt so healthy throughout the day during Ramadan, and then I'd appreciate food even more by the end of the day.

Now..........my mouth is all cut up cause I've abused my chip eating hours throughout the last few days of non Ramadan.

Okay so I got a question..........what's with people thinking I'm gay.....honestly....I'm not. I wear tough boy outfits all the time (what's so wrong with tight jeans and a jean jacket???) So what if my mom raised me like a little mommas boy who grew up getting kicked in the balls twice a week during Tye-Kwon-Do practices. So what if I dance alone in the elevator before ever painting class, so what If I like to collage when the sun goes down, so what if I act like a painting princess to most of my friends, so what if I secretly want to be as expressive as Charlie MR Chaplin, but I'm definitely not into dudes with cut off shorts. Cause men's cut off shorts are totally last season thank yoU VERY MUCH!!!!!

Frat boys have gayer tendencies than I do. I am a man!!!!!! I am a softly chested haired man!!!!.....I am the king of 8 note chord progressions......(which is pretty gay I guess). AND HEY!!!! LOOK AT CHAPLIN, he's weird as hell.....he's got the most choreographed moves than Pedophile Jackson! (okay enough justifying myself)

jeeeeezka meeeeezka. Noooo respect!!! Nooooo respect!!!!!!

On a more important note....The new TV on The Radio album "Return to Cookie Mountain" is full of surprises and awesome vocal pitches. I really envy the Brooklyn based band. Why? Because I envy anyone with enormous hair, and I really want to move to Brooklyn right now. More than anything in the whole wide world. More than chocolate chip cookies dunked in skim milk in front of cartoons.....more than the raisin bran I always forget to buy at Kroger, more than my fears of using quinacradrone. I just want to end up happy in some exposed brick two room studio apartment.

how great it would be to walk down the street alone to find your friends paintings inside the window of a local gallery.