Serve The Servants

I love that song lately. That one line "I tried hard to have a father, but instead I had a dad" actually makes me cry, and that's pretty hard since I'm a stoic person I have to admit. Anyway random banter aside I haven't had time to do anything since school started and my laptop died. On Sunday I actually had my first "breakdown" I guess you could say, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. It wasn't fun though I can tell you that. God I don't know why I took so many smart classes, it's an obnoxious amount of work. One week of school and I already feel like I'm fucking fluent in French. I don't have my phone or iPod now since my mother took them away for once (the most time I've managed to stay grounded is 4 hours), saying it was too much of a stress on my "mental health". Well I couldn't give less of a shit about my phone but I miss my iPod terribly. It even has a name, Mojo Jojo. School is cool though lately. I remember last year I hated it but now it's going great.

I guess I'm going to cement my place as an art nerd/freak since I'm in that fancy art class where you draw every waking moment of your life and I'm joining all the art clubs. I fucking love it though, I wasn't sure what I want to do when I'm older though. Now I'm considering something art related again. Originally I wanted to be a therapist, then an artist, then have a billion degrees in history and now I'm flitting between art and music journalist again. It's confusing and annoying. Life would be so easy if we could just be socially accepted as the hobo that lives in a box on the side of the road. I think I would make a good hobo. I don't talk much, expensive clothes don't matter shit to me and I could spend most of my time thinking. I spend too much of my time thinking, it's not healthy. Sorry if your reading this it makes no sense, I'm running on 3 hours of sleep, I'm usually not this stupid sounding. There's about a million glitches in the hobo plan I just thought of, ignore that completely.

Being the "art freak" sure has it's advantages though, you can wear whatever the fuck you want and no one cares. I've been fancying dresses lately, which I have NEVER liked in my life, I've always hated them. I got these sweet lace leggings though, they make me look like the lost Geldof but I love 'em. We had these hipster seniors last year that dressed impeccably, but they're not here anymore so that makes me a little sad. I'm back to being the lone wolf (not that I'm calling myself a hipster but you catch my drift). Ugh all the people in my little group of friends are so happy and in relationships. With each other of course but I'm kind of sick of being single lately. I never talk about these things though, not even with them. Eh I don't know. Maybe I will find somebody this year.

I've been so vague and spacy lately from lack of sleep. I swear I was walking down the hallway talking to Brittany and I completely forgot where I was going, and just stood there with the :o face on for a whole minute without blinking. Exactly like Faris' face here in this little gem I remember laughing at, ah it never ceases to entertain me (although that's a little hypocritical, I don't care). I believe it's at 1:10. I will take my leave now before I start talking about how cute koalas are and how they always look like they're smiling. Ta-ta, xx.