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Wow. Its been a really long time since one I posted a blah-g or any art. Yeh I know I said I would and I haven’t. I’ve just been so tired with the schedule I took for this semester. Its been a pain in the ass and so tiring. I think I’m failing the jewelry class and the Japanese class. Mostly cuz I don’t have time to do the homework and the assignments. The drawing class I’m doing ok in but the teacher is such a creeper! I had hiccups on Tuesday and well having breasts that jiggle when I hiccup well Im sure you can see what happened next. He was just kinda staring as my boobies jiggled. Ugh so yeh, then for auto cad I got a C because I missed retakes on the black board quizzes and missed one completely. Which isn’t too bad, So I’m sitting here in the wood shop class waiting for the sculpture teacher to finish up her lecture so I can finish this damn pendant. Im like not even half way done, I still have to solder the bottom piece and then cut out the shape of the wings and hammer stamp the design of the wings into the metal then of course clean the damn thing and wax it. UGH! I hate this.

As for the rest of my life not that you fucking cunts care. Yeh I’m feeling a bit snarky right now and I don’t give a fuck. It’s doing ok. Its not as bad as it was before I went out to PA with Master but it’s not better either. Which I guess is better than what was before I left. I don’t have to do as much as long as I watch the boys which is great because they don’t want to go with the Tard or the Fag. So that leaves them to me. And all I do is put on a movie for them on the laptop and just kick back and read or text or if we’re in the living room I use the house computer and surf the interwebz on there so its all good though I do have to help if one of them needs to use the bathroom or if they’re hungry and or thirsty. But it’s not that much so yeh.
I also finally cleaned my fucking room out for the first time in a few years and had a friend over again for the first time in 3 years. And she was creeped out by my room. >.< I think everyone’s creeped out by my room. Check this shit out:
My mom was steam cleaning the rugs in all the rooms and did my room last and it was around 2am and she told me that she swore to God that something was watching her from my window. Which days before I had woken up at 5am in the fucking god damn morning before the fucking sun was up because I felt someone watching me from the window. It was creepy as fuck. And then Steph my friend she was like I don’t like your room lol. We should ghost hunt! So hopefully one of these weekends she’s gonna come over and we’re gonna hold a dead night vigil (watch paranormal state) where we stay up til 3am and then go to all the hot spots in the house which are actually my room, the front living room, the main living room and the garage and backyard. So it’s not too to be searching out this big ass fucking mansion and shit.
It’s great hanging out with Steph. We got so much in common its great. And we come up with the craziest funniest shit ever!
Like Monday we went to the mall and got gelato and I got rocky road flavor and I was nomming happily until I bit on a nut. And hilarity insued:
Me: UGH! I got a nut!
Steph: Whats in rocky road?
Me: (thinking about it)…..nuts….and marshmellows
Steph: MARSHMELLOW NUT CREAM!

We laughed so hard that I had a head ache the rest of the day and her ribs hurt. It was great. That’s the kinda shit that we have to have a recorder, video camera and or a webcam with a mic. That is shit of the Humour Gods. Lulz.
I’m so tired and bored, I just wanna go back home. But I cant. I have like 2hrs before my drawing class starts. So yeh. I dunno what we’re gonna do now for the class. Tuesday we did value exercises for shading and stuff. That was ok cuz it wasn’t so much but god damn it hurt my wrist something fierce, and it was sore for a few hrs and was not fun.
I want it to rain again. I miss the rain. The rain was so nice, though it did made me feel lonely but overall was great. I want more rain I want more gloomy weather. I hate the sun. I want to the gloominess back! I want the rain to pour down from the skies crying their sorrow. But that’s just me. I like the dark skies and the pouring rain. I’ve also been feeling like writing which I kinda had. I started writing a one shot and a bunch of little poems that are like text poems.
I hate fighting with Master. I really do. This time its over me being out most of the night on Tuesdays and Thursdays til midnight and I have class on Wednesdays and I’m always tired and I don’t have time to do homework and ugh. I hate myself. I really do sometimes. I just don’t know what to do. I have friends now and I’m trying to have a life and now I really am and ugh. I hate it so much and hate myself. I just ugh.

OH god wtfh! I have a SS/Nazi Uniform Fetish. How do I know? I looked up Nazi Fetish and thanks to Wikipedia and Google I found that I has a fetish. Weird. But hey I think its sexy. I am not saying I endorse nor support Nazism as Hitler. I’m just saying the uniforms are fucking sexy. It makes me wet in the pants.
Anywhoo there’s a bunch of paranormal shit going on in my house since we finally got it clean. Like when I woke up at fucking god damn 5 am and felt like someone was watching me. And then my mom was steam cleaning my carpet and she swore something was watching her. And then her picture she has in the front living room was watching my brother hoopla and freaking the shit out of him too.
So I’m sitting here with Steph at Starbucks cuz we got out early and shit and I’m here updating my blah-g and she’s doing mythology homework. And talking about my eye color and how they are green most of the time and blue the rest of the time. I have some pics to post to face book too. Though I might pick one that I like the best and post it as my new devID. IDK depends on how many people like which pic. So yeah.

I guess that’s it for now.

SEE YA FUCKING CUNTS.

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