stressdayyy.

sheiiiit. I feel sorry for all those people who have to wake up at stoopid o clock every morning and drive into work. even waking up at 9.30 and driving to ironwood at like 9.50 is hardcore tiredness and annoying. and then again after work at like 4ish, even if you don't work driving then is annoying. but if there's one thing I learned from it, it's that I can drive a hell of a lot better in higher vehicles. so my whole wanting a truck will end up working out. that makes me happy. now if only I could get someone to somehow teach me about cars, how to fix them, what all the stuff does, etc so I'm not just that girl who loves them to death but is stoopid as hell. if the roar of an engine can turn me on, then I have to be at least part grease monkey. 

speaking of being part something...

I'm convinced I'm at least part man. lately I have been slowly killing off my girly side. in the last week I've only worn one of my epic tutuish skirts once. and that was because I had to do a photoshoot and it was the only black or white bottoms I had.. plus, since Hallowe'en I haven't been wearing makeup. except eyebrows. cause I need those. which really help getting to school on time, but if I want to do makeup for a living, how the hell am I supposed to do that? and I suppose it's been in the back of my head for awhile, but just in the last two or three weeks I've actually been considering changing. I would LOOOOOVE to take T. low, manly voice, facial hair, muscles. everything I really want. and everyone knows just how much I've always wished I had a penis.. plus it would also make things easier for little miss closeted. but seriously, where could I go wrong?? except my family. and yeknow.. money. then again, what if I decide I don't want to be a man full time? OH CONFUSIONNNN!!!! 

on top of confusing, annoying weekendness the plumbing in my house was all messed up. and in order to do laundry I had to wear a raincoat so the water dripping from the celing wouldn't soak me. and I never got around to finishing math homework.. math is stoopid. it's soul purpose is to try and stiffle any creativity you've made it so far in life with and grab you and shove you in the box and make you a lamb. and then memorizing lines... oh well. I'm a loner guy who only really talks through his socks that he takes off and makes into puppets. so I can learn my puppet's lines later... it's not like the director of that one has been trying to screw up the one act I'm directing or anything....

OOOH and I ate a cookie for eat a cookie day. I is proud

now there should really be an eat a taco day.. I know where my favorite taco is <3