here is some art i have done.

went to the expressive panda the other day with matt. when he read his fortune, he started laughing out loud and said "i'm a terrible person."

i asked why but he told me to open mine first. so i did, and then i understood.

my fortune was friggin mocking me.

most disturbing costume ever

this is sick.

today i got a blister.

i really like popping zits.

and draining blisters.

and i think i'd be really really really good at lancing boils for a living.

what is a boil, you might ask?

scurry.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT ISOLATING A FEW WORDS ON A PAGE THAT MAKES THEM SEEM SO DANG PROFOUND.

WHEN THERE'S ALL THAT EXTRA SPACE AROUND THEM, I FIRST THINK: "THIS ISOLATION MUST MEAN SOMETHING. UNINSPIRING WORDS AREN'T ENTITLED TO THAT MUCH ROOM. SO THIS SENTENCE MUST BE LIKE, SUPER SUPER TRUE. I SHALL ADOPT IT AS MY MANTRA AND OBEY IT ALL THE DAYS OF ME LIFE. GOOD THING I STUMBLED UPON THIS LITTLE PEARL OF WISDOM."

but then i think "pffffffffff. nah. some average human being just decided they liked the way it sounds. and it's dangerous to take the words someone else says and assume they'll answer everything for you.

well, unless it's GOD."

so i really like this song.

by the way...it just happens to be by a tiny white kid. i think he's 12.

yes. i am cool.

this is what i did

instead of homework

today.

i FEEL like SUCH an ADULT.

i'm reading a non-fiction book of my own free will. luckily, it's amazing. so at least i'm not maturing due to something LAME, like...i don't even know. taxes? unexpected pregnancy?

did you know most people who are "depressed" are really just pessimistic?

did you know that a normal depression, like one you would fall into after a breakup or getting fired, can be turned into a debilitating, deep depression if you are pessimistic?

did you know you can make yourself sick just by thinking too much?

did you know that it's more optimistic to go get drunk after something crappy happens than to sit at home and stew about it?

i took the test.

you can take it HERE

turns out, i'm like a huuuuuge pessimist.

so here's the kicker: DID YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU'RE PESSIMISTIC, YOU WILL CONSISTENTLY PERFORM WORSE (IN SCHOOL, THE WORKPLACE AND SPORTS) THAN YOUR POTENTIAL????

daaaaaaaaaaang gina. i mean, i'm doing alright, but to think that i could be doing so much better if i just changed my thought processes a bit is flooring.

this is the author.

he seems pretty cool.

also, he is smiling.

good thing.

also, he looks like a

jewish guy from queens

on his way to become

a godfather.

so

i like him.

also, click this

i don't know why i think i'm better than people. i'm really not.

sometimes i look at people and i'm not excited to talk to them. that's really gay of me. they're probably the coolest people out there.

I REALLY LIKE MUSTACHES. NOT BECAUSE THEY'RE ATTRACTIVE. BECAUSE FOR HEAVENS' SAKES, THEY ARE HIDEOUS.

BUT THE FACT THAT A GUY WILL PURPOSEFULLY MAKE HIMSELF LESS ATTRACTIVE BY GROWING HAIR ON HIS UPPER LIP...IS PRETTY COOL.

ANY WHEY.

I'M SITTING IN THE LRC, AND I SEE THIS GUY KITTY-CORNER FROM ME WITH A MUSTACHE. GLORIOUS.

THEN I LOOK AT THE GUY NEXT TO HIM, AND BECOME EVEN MORE EXCITED. BECAUSE.

HE'S PICKING HIS NOSE.

I'VE NEVER UNDERSTOOD HOW PEOPLE THINK THEY CAN DO THIS IN PUBLIC AND SOMEONE WON'T SEE I MEAN THERE'S GOT TO BE 150 PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW AND LIKE 1/4 OF THEM ARE NOT LOOKING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN AT THIS EXACT MOMENT BECAUSE THEY JUST HEARD A NOISE OR SOME MOVEMENT IN THE CORNER OF THEIR EYE CAUGHT THEIR ATTENTION OR THEY SAW SOMEONE WITH A MUSTACHE HOW CAN HE POSSIBLY THINK HE'S SAFE FROM PEOPLE'S EYES HE'S LEANING TOWARDS THE COMPUTER SCREEN AS IF SOMEHOW IT AND THE SIDE PANELS OF THE CUBBY FORM A BATTING CAGE THAT SHIELDS DIGGING FOR GOLD FROM THE VIEW OF THE GENERAL PUBLIC BUT IT DOESN'T BECAUSE I CAN SEE YOU

AND HE'S STILL GOING AT IT. IT'S GOT TO HAVE BEEN LIKE 20, 30 SECONDS NOW. FUNNY THING IS, HE CAN'T GET IT. LIKE, HE'S BEEN FINGERING FIRST ONE NOSTRIL AND THEN THE OTHER, BUT THE PROBLEM STILL ISN'T SOLVED. IF HE JUST WENT FOR IT AND COMMITTED, HE COULD TOTALLY SNAG THE BELLIGERENT BOOGIE. I'M GOING INSANE BECAUSE I'M BOTH BECOMING ANNOYED THAT HE CAN'T JUST TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS, AND BECAUSE I WANT TO POINT MY FINGER AT HIM AND BURST OUT LAUGHING.

I HOPE HE FORGETS ABOUT THIS AND THEN SOMEDAY COMES ACROSS MY BLOG AND READS IT AND FEELS STRANGELY PICKED ON.

HA. ACCIDENTAL PUN.

SO I'M SITTING AT MY COMPUTER, TRYING TO LEARN HOW THE CRAP TO WORK WITH ILLUSTRATOR, AND I SUDDENLY BECOME AWARE THAT I CAN HEAR MY ROOMMATE'S PHONE CONVERSATION THROUGH THE DOOR. SO I HEAR HER SAY:

"you really want to know?

i don't think you care about me.

like, you do...

but just because you care about me as a person.

nothing more than that."

AWKWARD.