This is proof of my lack of a life. i have written an entry basically every day all month. why? because other than my enjoyment of reading past moments in my life and looking at my witty banter with a slight chuckle--i have. no. life. i have nothing better to do than rant about limewire or why butthead is pissing me off this week. hmm i SHALL call him butthead, fantastic nickname, even got alliteration going. good job jordan, yes. well sam and i did go to amoeba on friday, which was pretty noice. besides, i really don't have time to have a life (don't have time to be on the computer either but wuddayagonna do *shrugs*). i have so much stupid shit to do for stupid art and she is such a friggin dictator. every week i have to have one or two GREAT pieces of art, and it's like...ok....i have this thing, it's called creativity. it's fabulous when it wants to work with me, but it is NOT at my beck and call, so please excuse it while it takes a break once in a while so as to regroup and be at its best when i finally am able to use it. GOD DAMMIT she's so stupid. i can't just think of something brilliant every week, this stuff takes time, and then actually executing my brilliant idea is another block of time i don't have. so self-centered...as if hers is the only class i have....and the only thing my life revolves around. i'm sorry that i don't spend all my time just thinking of what i can do next to please the gapper, i like day dreaming for the hell of it, watching good movies, listening to music and spending hours just doodling because it's something i want to draw--not necessarily something that will surely go into my portfolio. oy. no more rants, raises the blood pressure...causes heart attacks...and that's just no-so-good... i write really long entries. sorry. Sitting on an angry chair Angry walls that steal the air Stomach hurts and I don’t care What do I see across the way See myself molded in clay Stares at me, yeah I’m afraid Changing the shape of his face Candles red I have a pair Shadows dancing everywhere Burning on the angry chair Little boy made a mistake Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on your knees, time to pray, boy I don’t mind, yeah I don’t mind, i-i-i I don’t mind, yeah, I don’t mind, i-i-i Lost my mind, yeah But I don’t mind, i-i-i Can’t find it anywhere I don’t mind Corporate prison, we stay I’m a dull boy, work all da y So I’m strung out anyway Loneliness is not a phase Field of pain is where I graze Serenity is far away Saw my reflection and cried So little hope that I died Feed me your lies, open wide Weight of my heart, not the size Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on your knees time to pray