Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Well I'm trying to study for my french test tomorrow

and I can't focus for shit

and I just realized that I have been neglecting all things internet basically, except for those things that don't really require much thought. So I guess I'll muse to my invisible audience:

I guess it's been almost a few months since I last posted yeah? Well a bunch of shit has happened. First off, I broke two bones in my foot, sprained my ankle, and tore up my collarbone. It happened the night after Thanksgiving at a house party. There were approx 15-20 people on this shoddy wood balcony and it collapsed a story, a tumultuous sea of bodies sprawled beneath all the timber. We got pretty fucked up; besides my injuries, there was a dislocated shoulder, several bruised bones and sprained ankles, a broken wrist, two concussions, seven staples in one guy's head, and one kid got knocked unconscious. I still think I got it worse. I couldn't fucking walk for 4 weeks. YOU try getting around a campus on the side of a fucking hill on crutches. fuck.
the balcony I fell through

Well after that shit happened, I stayed home from uni for a week to get back on my feet (i'm a muthafuckin pun masta) and it majorly screwed up my school-work schedule & shit. I ended up getting a D in this art class, and my GPA is totally fucked because of it. Idk, it's just like my perfectly planned out future of bachelors this and masters that was crumbling away. Brick by brick, I saw the walls meant to guide me to "success" in the outside world erode away. Scary as shit. I was pretty sure I was going to drop out since I was already on academic probation. I had a really fucked up year last year - I had a bunch of mental problems I guess you could say - and this was kind of my chance to prove that I'm not a fuck up. Thank god I have a second chance.
 these are some bugs I drew/painted for my art class that my prof didn't like :(

Then came winter break. I got the flu, then bronchitis. It was seriously like life kept shitting on me, but for some reason I was still super content. Just think about it man, life is all around you. Embrace it. There has been a lot of death surrounding me lately and that accident where I broke my foot kind of made me appreciate my own existence. I could be fucking buried 10 feet deep right now.
^ piC i took on a plane

Then came the whiskey. And I made up some killer dance moves with my crutches. I looked like a bird. There were some sweet ugly sweater parties (I always out-uglied everyone). I always out-classied everyone too ;)

I came back to school and started anew. I felt so unabashedly refreshed. New classes, new look, I COULD FUCKING WALK, things were going really well. I went back home for a weekend and saw all my friends again. I had a tenth birthday party for my cat and got waaay too fucking drunk. Was hella hungover for my gramma's 80th bday party. But it's okay, I talked to my aunt and uncle and we decided that for my spring break I would go work at one of their restaurants in Portland. fuck yeaaaah >>

mad MS paint skills//flier for my cat's bday party:

Now I'm back in Santa Cruz. I got a job, the opportunity for the most relevant and fascinating internship I could possibly experience in relation to my major (history of art and visual culture), every boy I ever like thinks I'm repulsive but whatever, I bought my first bike, I got driven home by the cops the other night, going to random punk shows & shit; life is good.

(here are pics of me being vain) 

^ that is how much love I have to give
(you're welcome)