That's all i've ever been.

Sometimes I like this song too much. "I'm In Love With You" by Erykah Badu and one of them Marleys. I forgot which.

Damn, so today was nuts. I'm sick of reading about Spike Lee. I've been staring at my computer screen forever. My eyes are slowly being burned away by the light. And still I type.

So after all that crazy morning mess, I went downstairs and ate the black bean thing my ma made last night because it's one of my favorites. And while I was eating it, I was watching ER, and in the episode a lady set herself on fire in front of her kid. Yeah, so I lost my appetite and stopped eating.

Went with Nemo and Dcruz to watch them eat. Mariachi band hella cool. I wish I were in a Mariachi band, but then I'd just feel out of place. And I don't deal well with that feeling.

Got home. Yeah, like I really intended to study...SURE. Took an allergy med, and fuck it works. Go Claritin D. Too bad I only got Benadryl and that other stuff up in Frisco. But then...I actually sat down in front of my computer and read. I think I read like three articles. And now I'm reading Spike Lee's incredibly long interview.

Well when my sister came home, she informed me that my ma is being laid off on June 2nd. Good thing, I decided to move back. So I started feeling guilty and went crazy. I called my cousin Kathleen to go job hunting. And then I went upstairs and started applying everywhere online. Kathleen (THANKS!) called back and gave me some job opportunities. And so I came home to tell my ma, and she got really excited and started to look for more shit for me. So I've been sitting here for the last motherfucking two hours creating a piece of shit resume. Hah.

Wowwwwww. Aye though, gimme yo damn numbers. I lost them! GIMME YO DAMN NUMBERS!!!!

I've been sitting here...for. a long. time. SUCKA. And I'm out.

Edit:
So I'm painting now. Because I been reading too much today. At least I can say I tried. Uhm. Lemme just share somethin with you.

So the cool thing about painting I find is that I never feel like I'm fuckin up. You can always paint over it. Like right now...I just kind of smeared my paint all over the place hah. But I know what I'm doing. And even if I don't, I know I'll find a way to make it work. Much like life. Haha. Maybe everything is a metaphor, or maybe I'm reaching...maybe desperately. I dunno. I just thought I'd share.

Oy, and I messed up with my Summer School logic...gotta talk to daddio. OH GOODNESS.

Mess up, fix it.