srsly guise, i did.

for the whole manuscript i submitted. ~ChibiHamster (God is that how you do it? i can't even remember anymore) won an award for a poem she submitted too. we were like...the only good people who won. the rest were all

MY BLACK...CRIMSON SOUL FEELS PAIN
AND I STAB IT
REALLY, I STAB IT
A LOT.
BOOM BOOM BOOM.

or

LOOK AT THE CARDINAL IT'S SO RED
THANKS FOR THE WEATHER MR. CARDINAL.



........ohmygodit'safuckingcardinal.

lately i've been writing very good, poeticalish journal entries which NONE OF YOU WILL SEE because they are so ~personal omg.
but all you rly need to know is that

life is tense, makes me distracted.
i'm like doubting thomas and i'm having doubts about whether or not what i'm doing is really going to work out.

i had john read one of the poems i wrote. well, i didn't realize he was reading it until he was. i was letting carrie read them and then BAM john was reading them. and i was like

oshitoshitoshit.

so i said it wasn't about me.
he said people make up characters to represent themselves.

goddamnit he got me there.

so i said it was about a friend.
think i fooled him.
not sure though.

don't really want him to know what goes on behind bars.
ROFL that makes it sound like i'm in jail or something. i'mma say that more often.

so yeah, my birthday passed too. sweet sixteen, yippee. in an instant, i became 1. the owner of a wii, and 2. LOADED. i am not disclosing how much i have because i don't want all of you to come knocking on my door asking me for money (if any of you actually CARE anymore) but you know, justincase.

i need to draw the cupcakes and the five dollars i owe andrew and pete. apparently i "promised" them these things when asking them to be in my video. well, i never said they'd be real, or legal tender. and i have to make dinner. gahhhh.

so long suckahz~