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| Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Year two at SC is officially over. I'm kinda sad. =(Good bye and thanks to everyone who made it a memorable year!! Have a wonderful summer! And go see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It's sad and nice and happy and sad all at the same time.
And yeah, my vocabulary died now that it's summer break....duhhh....
<3 jojo
i less than three you =)
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| I bought a bikini! Go me! Too bad I'm too fat to wear it right now....of all the times to gain 3lbs =(
So I was just thinking.....does blogging replace the idea of writing things in a diary? I don't think I know anyone who writes in a paper diary anymore....I mean....in the future, will our kids look through our online ramblings to learn about us?
Okay...now I'm too sleepy to continue this thought. Good night!
oh yeah....check this out: www.tokyoplastic.com
I wanna learn flash now. Oh and painting. But they're not offering painting at PCC this summer. Sadness. Should I just shell out the 600 bucks and go to Art Center? | | |
| I'm sick. =(
so i went to the health center and the doctor dude was like.....drink lotsa fluids, have chicken soup, and get lotsa rest. ok duh. i knew that already. but I've never tried the chicken soup remedy thing so i'm like it's worth a try. surprisingly, it works, although at first i thought the taste was a bit overrated. however, i think it's starting to grow on me. especially that double noodle kind. yum. although i was disappointed when the dinosaur pasta didn't look like dinosaurs. sadness. fucking false advertising. crushes my hopes.
but i'm still sick. i'm gonna see my mean regular doctor (for this year - hmo's suck) tomorrow. maybe i'll get some amoxillin. yay. my mom swears by that stuff ("emocilleen" - mom has a cute accent). sometimes i think she wants me to become a pharmacist so that she can get a free supply or something.
so yeah....that's my life. exciting, huh? although i was struck by a couple rounds of inspiration this morning. i think i know what to do for my final drawing project! the disneyfication of madama butterfly. it will hopefully be fun, and not as scary as fetal baby movie poster. | | |
| "we stop playing with toys when we grow old. we grow old when we stop playing with toys." ~a toystore at citywalk
ain't that deep? | | |
| jo: waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit....so u liked me from the beginning or r u just lying to cover up for sum shit u dont remember mondo: it's like this mondo: i call it the pyramid system jo: uh huh mondo: there's a large group of females that guys say they "like" mondo: and then some of them graduate to the next level mondo: in this level, the guy will pay more attention to them mondo: and they keep graduating and graduating mondo: until one girl becomes the absolute, undisputed object of his attention mondo: and then if he's lucky, she'll like him back mondo: in that way jo: guess ya got lucky mondo: damn right i did
....sounds like something outta when harry met sally. too bad i never finished that movie.
btw, this is updated. i wanna make a new layout. maybe a combination sketchblog. but sigh. no time. | | |
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