The eleventh hour is passing. Seriously, it's 11:42. I should be settling myself into bed, but I realized I haven't written in a while. I've been in a state of lethargy, lately. My days are like a watercolored painting, blending into each other. Speaking of painting, I've picked up painting this past two months. I want to start working with vinyl paints, because standard acrylics are pissing me off. I live for glossy sheen. That's why, when I have my own place somewhere in the future, everything is going to have a glossy sheen, and PopArt brightness. I want to live in a cartoon-world.
The end is coming near. No, really, school is almost over. Summer is around the corner, and so is my 21st birthday. I fear of becoming a bawdy alcoholic. Not. That's the least of my worries. I'm an Appletini kind of broad. I hope the summer isn't disappointing. I'm going to be seing one of my favorite bands, La Roux. Going to Vegas? Philosiphizing with a few good mates. Coffee shop doodling solo. I need to write something I can possible submit to Inscape. I am certainly taking the editing course if the hours permit, it looks like bushels of fun!
I love the life I think I'll have in the future. It usually never ends up that way. Things never go as plans, and that's life's way of giving you suspense and excitement. You're in a movie. No, movies are predictable. You're in a book! Yes, you're in a book.
