It’s working fairly well. I mean, I only did it 2 days before portfolio was due.

Now that it’s over, I’m still going to keep it deactivated. 
I feel less social, but I think that if you really want to be my friend, you’ll find a way to communicate with me, no?

Digital Ecosystems presentation due tomorrow, let’s gooooooooo.

(After I clean my room. Looks like a shitstorm after portfolio.) haha.  

I just found out that I don’t know my tumblr password.

i just tried everything that would be my password. I mean i reset it (obviously)

but it really irked me that i didn’t know.

also, i took a walk with my two friends to get some froyo, and there was a torrential downpour. we were soaking wet on the way home. I stepped into countless puddles. with my poor flats. :(

of COURSE it would start raining when we were just taking a stroll, a break from work. Such good luck we have.

and my information. I’m not 20 anymore. SO SAD. 

but on the upside I get into bars. …but i’m old now. 

i think i’d rather be young and not be able to get into bars. 

oooookay. 4 days left for portfolio. i got this. (sort of, not really)

sorry people. i keep rambling. i should just do my work. >_>;;

i have never been this angry at a drama in a really long time.

 fklds;dsaj lkdas ;fdsauGUGHSDL:FKLS UGHHHHHHH.

I feel like I’m missing someone. You know, the romantically-inclined way.

But I don’t have someone like that.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. hahaha

scarlet red mixed with my black.

it was brown for a while. now it’s fading. dyedyedye. maybe.

this summer. :)

okay i need to get to work on this dumb portfolio. IM ALMOST DONE. GUFSDLK:FK:.

So here’s why:

Thursday: woke up at 8:30, work at 10. off at 5, dick around DIC until 7. Work on and off until 9am. 

Friday: after 9am: back to apartment, sleep from 10 to 3, skype meeting until 4:30. Play Inotia 3 on Android until 6. Bed until 8, nine ish. End up at DIC by 10.

Saturday: overnight, til 11am. Ran to Paper Presentation, Container Store, photo care, Calumet. Jimmy’s BBQ in on 31st. Back down to NY Central, bought bookboard and book cloth. 

now i’m home.

i’m sleeping i’m so fucking tired.

it’s 2012, folks. i don’t know what possessed me to do that. but its so weird. 

I was ten, you guys. TEN. 

I’m kind of, really mushy sometimes. 

Finally remembered to deconstruct these paper stars I folded and put hidden messages inside for a certain someone. Read them, felt embarrassed, and threw them all away. I took a picture as a momento of my stupidity. :)

Have you ever seen A Milionaire’s First Love? Yup. I’m such a sap.

I’m not stupid, love exists.

I’m just not sure is exists for me, y’know?

I’m resigned to the fact that I will never marry. I want kids though. So in that regard, I’ll most likely end up being a single mother. Something I feel that I’m quite alright with. 

Sometimes I feel like it’s possible for me. Other days, not so much. 

Maybe I’ll change when I’m older. I’m kind of fickle (not in that way…) loool. Or maybe circumstances will change in which I’ll alter my views. 

We’ll see I suppose. I think I’m just depressed lately.