FUUUUUUCK

So. I manage all the bills for my house. Today I opened up the electric bill and it has
MORE THAN DOUBLED
since last month. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It really irritates me because people in this house insist on leaving their fans on ALL DAY, EVERY DAY, even when they aren't in their rooms. That's fucking ridiculous. I REFUSE to pay for other people's wastefulness. And don't even get me started on the number of times I've gone around to everyone's rooms while they were in class and turned off their lights. Who uses a light in the middle of the day!!!! PLEASE TELL ME!!!
IN ADDITION, if Comcast fucks up ONE MORE THING, I may have to pull some kind of Timothy McVeigh shit up in that bitch!!! We haven't had consistent service for even ONE SINGLE DAY since we started with them. I'd say our shit works about 30% of the time. I've had at LEAST five technicians come out to "look at the situation", only the last of whom could actually fix the problem, and they are trying to CHARGE ME for these visits!!! IF YOU NEVER GOT MY INTERNET WORKING TO BEGIN WITH, WHY SHOULD I PAY YOU FOR VISITS BACK TO FIX SOMETHING THAT YOU FUCKED UP!?
So basically, the bills for this month are going to come out to something like $66 a person.... and that's split between SIX people. Absolutely ridiculous, considering we only paid about $40 a person last month.

IN OTHER NEWS, I met this boy who I thought was really cool in a completely platonic manner, and I gave him my number and we started talking and I'm like cool, someone else to play MarioKart with. Well I guess not. Apparently I'm crazy. I've never been told that in my life, and seriously it's bothering me. I guess cause I've never been rejected like that. I mean, I did NOTHING and I just don't understand it! It's confusing and I really really have no idea what I did, wtffffff. Ughhh boys.
Yeah and then in other male-related news, I am still bitter about the whole [censored] thing. It was nice to see him the other night but I forreal miss cuddling and I'm jealous of that bitch! Well maybe not jealous. I think the correct word is resentful. I resent the whole situation. I don't want to dwell on the past but I was forreal excited about it and then out of fucking nowhere! UGH!
Well. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Life goes on.
Maybe this date should be changed to September 17th. LOLLLLLLLLL JK

My Room is Awesome.

silence

Lately I've been in this really terrible mood that consists of me wanting to violently injure everyone around me. I mean, not really. But really.
Firstly, I forgot how much I hate art douchebags. You know what I'm talking about, those people who want to think they are so fuckin artsy, and they want YOU to think they're so fuckin artsy, so they keep journals where they draw the croissant and tea they had for breakfast in their Fan apartment or whatever, or like, they keep a blog filled with disjointed daily ruminations on life and art. You want to know something? FUCK YOU! I can't stand that bullshit, nobody reads your blog except other people who are just like you and also keep shitty blogs with 8pt text all rendered in shades of brown and cream that are nearly impossible to read.
And then there's just generally people in my life who are pissing me the fuck off. I suppose it would be in poor taste to write about people who could possibly come across this, but the whole purpose of me writing is to displace anger and whatnot. Eh, I'll just say that being a whore is never a good thing, whether it be a legitimate promiscuous bitch, an attention whore, a consumer whore, whatevvvvverrrrrrrrr.
Oh yeah, and another thing... don't fuckin text me after you've been drinking. You know who you are. Just generally fuck you though. I don't know if you think I'm still on your balls or if you just wish I would be, but I'm really not trying to do anything except play some video games and hang out in the company of others. You and your art fag biddy can go write indescipherable prose all day in your blogs and take artsy photographs of eachother beside broken windows and shit. LOL

Summer

I got back from Philadelphia Friday. It was a great trip, Lindsay showed me a lot of really cool places and kept me really busy. We even went "down the shore" to Sea Isle City, NJ. The weather sucked for a beach, but it was still nice to go somewhere different. I had to get a train home on Friday and I enjoyed it up until the point where this 40 year old Indian man sat next to me and kept asking me if everything I had was from India, and if I wanted him to get me alcohol so we could drink together... Needless to say, as soon as he got up, I got the fuck out of there and moved up to sit next to an old woman so I could avoid awkward unwanted conversation and continue what I had been doing (listening to my music and staring out the window).
Then, on Saturday, Andrew and I took a trip down to Richmond to paint a couple rooms in our house. It ended up being really eventful, though I'll spare you too many details. Let's just say there was a dead mouse, a creepy, possibly homeless guy in our alley, and someone/something digging through our trash on the back deck. And another thing... our heat and a/c have different thermostats, and we spent the whole weekend in an 87º house trying to find the a/c to turn it on, only to find it one hour before we left. Oy vey. We painted our living room (which had been MAGENTA) a nice olive-y green color that looks much, much better with the style of the house and also with our 1970's pleather couch! Then we painted my room a gray-blue-green color. Both rooms need a second coat. Never use Valspar paint.

Sketchbook Month

Is almost over, and you don't even WANT to know how far behind I am... Oh god. Whatever though, this is more sketching in a month than I usually do in a much longer time frame, so I'm proud of myself anyway!
I am never going to post anything, I have come to terms with that. Just because I can't use a scanner, not because I'm ashamed of my work, lol. The only person who reads this (Beckwald!) will see it eventually (maybe Saturday!).

$571

That's the amount of money I have to pay for the repairs on my lovely vehicle! Woo!
I was working on my car replacing hoses all day the other day, when all of the sudden my fuel pump went to shit and my catalytic converter fucked itself as well. To top it all off, gasolina and oil were running down my driveway and the lovely mixture got all over my legs and stained them a horrendous brown color so it basically looks like I am Michael Jackson's illegitimate child.

I guess since this is my art blog I should mention that I have been participating in Sketchbook Month, though I haven't posted or even joined that blog yet... But believe me, I'm drawing my little heart out. One day, when I learn to use my dad's scanner, I will post 'em.
Also art-related, I've been looking at wall colors for my room and also helping Linds plan out her room design at the RVA house.
Umm, what else... I got these tiny canvases to paint on that I think I want to group together and do one image and then mix them up to make it look all cool... We'll see how that turns out.

Short Story

My short story's title is, "I'm right here, what do you need sweetie?"
I don't know how long it is, but I will assume 3 pages including title page and illustration.