the metal shop was shut down three and a half hours sooner than expected, so instead of completing my ugly sculpture i sat around cj's and talked art with johnny.  and then i came back here and ate stromboli and sulked.  and now i'm wishing i could draw pictures in my mind while my body is wrapped and piled in blankets and warmth, but that is entirely impossible, so i will have to head back to the studio at some point to stain my skin with charcoal.

but i don't wanna, mamma.

   wishlist:
- scotch tape
- razah blaydz
- chocolate milk
- cherry cola
- vacuum
- black fingernail polish
- bfk rives
- rolo icecream
- matches
- stain-resistant fingertips

i remember the stupid things, the mood rings, the bracelets and the beads,
the nickels and dimes, yours and mine.  did you cash in all your dreams?
you don't dream for me, no. (goodbye, goodbye) you don't dream for me, no,
but i still feel you pulse like sonar from the days in the waves.

that girl is like a sunburn.

- never let you go, third eye blind