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Thursday, January 31, 2008

soon, we'd have to schedule in time for breathing in our time-tables.

ack, i'm freaking out for art. how how how my ideas somehow seem to be
1) non- existent
2) too insubstantial
3) lacking 'wow' factor
4) larger than life

all of the above are not good, by the way. and i/ we seem to be making very little progress very slowly.

steadfast on the highway to hell

its merely the end of january, but it seemed to have gone on forever.
think i'd like commit harakiri before the end of september.
oh hey, why not now.?
is it too conspicuous if i jump off the fourth floor of the school building.?
i promise to be absolutely quiet.
wont complain, wont even scream.

she's not here @

10:24 PM