The Lewd Angel

the belle of the mall

Did you guys know that I am moving soon. I am pretty excited because my room is small and messy and it has a weird smell. I think it might be because my air conditioner leaks water inside my room and i have to put a try underneath and change it all the time but I think the water is kinda moldy or weird or something. I don't trust it. The weird smell could also be my slobbiness but usually slobiness smells differently, I am pretty sure. Anyway, I picked out some paint for my new room today. So in case you ever want to stalk me just look for the girl in the "oregano" coloured room. I think it is gonna be pretty ugly actually, but whatever. Also I snagged an Ikea catalogue from somebodies apt entrance and then I started fantasizing about how I could make a collage like THIS IS WHAT MY BEDROOM WILL LOOK LIKE, where I will use a bunch of the oregano paint samples and cut out the furniture I want but will never buy and how I could post it on here and be like welcome to my DREAM room. Then I realised how lame that it is but I am pretty sure that I am still gonna do it just so I can add in chracters in my room fulfilling a variety of my fantasies. Can you dig it? I will not tell you about my collages till I make them. It is a surprise for your birthday.

In other news I went and sang jazz again tonight but it was bad and embarrassing because I had people with me and it turns out that having people watch you is more embarrassing than hanging around by yourself all night; who knew?

There is a jar of peanut butter sitting by my desk and I just got this big urge to hide stuff in the peanut butter, like my millions of diamonds or whatever. You'd think that if I had millions of diamonds I wouldn't spend my nights eating peanut butter off of the oldest stalest crackers in the universe while I played computer games but I am pretty surprising like that. That is how I like to get in touch with the people. That and buying bulk socks at wal-mart I guess, it's very spiritual.

I wish I could invent a job where I sell excursions to the super rich, like flaky-rich people that are all confused and miserable because they don't understand how to be humans anymore and I will charge them all this money to take them to do poor people things, like I would take them on giant tiger safaris or something. Oh and I could do that thing, you know how in some native-ish cultures they do things like make you hang out in the woods by yourself until you realize your true nature. I will do stuff like that but I'll lock them in my tiny oddly smelly room and be all "okay, stay here and look at facebook pictures and eat peanut butter off the knife until you figure out the meaning of your life".

A fat person moved into my body and I am hoping that come fall I will be able to get rid of her.

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007