5 01 2008
my birthday approaches.
i’m a ‘bore’ apparently, but i really don’t care for a celebration. for some reason, i don’t really see reason in celebrating it. yes, of course i want to do something, but it’s like… idk. surreal?
i’ve been describing it as surreal.
i’m near complete on this drawing of Sunny and I. My last post was dealing with his picture. Today, we stood in the hall and talked all lunch period. The teachers didn’t seem to notice until the end of lunch, which was cool. We spoke of his future career paths. He’s so unsure but sure in a way. Me, I know what I want to do. The only thing I’m good at. Art.
Sunny, the hairdresser, psychocologist, bartender.
*hours pass*
Idk anymore.
MY feet hurt and I’m tired.
C’est la vie.
