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For years, I've been waiting for this hot tea to cool down, but I repeatedly keep burning my mouth.

what I did: Wait.
what I made: A sentence.

over 20 hits of lsd

weep.

Drowning in gasoline.

http://www.jamesjean.com/
http://www.esao.net/

im glad we are still friends.

its called exaggeration.

a little inside my head.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JePJNCrxpcY my muse. my personality.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcR4JJLW5s0 a reason why photoshop makes me sick.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcv3QLXDZTA my inspiration.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMJIc9USE2U my past. my present. my friends. my life.

I'm learning, I'm loving.

Strike 2?

learn to love the world that hates you

I can dish it out, but I cant take it.

Fine time to fake a seizure.

Is this a problem for anyone?

• I have been a vegan since I was 11 years old.
• I have been known to take my clothes off in class.
• One day, I was babysitting this little girl named Ellie. (She was in the middle of being potty-trained to give you backgroung information). I am in the kitchen, and I hear sobbing from the bathroom. I quickly run in to find, Ellie, butt naked. I am overwhelmed by this smell, Ellie steps aside to show me this huge pile of shit on the floor. Greeaat.

As I have mentioned, I am addicted to chaos. I know I am a random person, and I wouldn't change that fact about me. Our assignment was to choose a laugh, a lie, and a truth about ourselves to share with the class. I brought in pictures of me in my underwear in class, and a picture of Ellie, my little girl who "shat" on the floor. Suprisingly I had a decent crit. I got the thumbs up from everyone in the class, besides a girl who thought my 'facts' should have connected, and flowed, maybe have a relationship with eachother? I see where she is coming from, but I wouldn't have changed my ideas.

Overall, I was disappointed. I went in expecting enthusiasm, laughter, people being uncomfortable and ackward. Not to be disrespectful, but I personally was bored out of my mind. I keep hoping that I made the right choice by going to art school. It is a challenge, but I keep finding myself being disappointed and let down. Sure, this could just be "one of those days", as I find myself bitter and stressed, but I keep hoping that I am going to find a sense of reassurance, that I made the right choice by coming here. A sense of reassurance that I am not wasting my time. I keep hoping for a sense of reassurance that this is a place for me.

 Well hello.

I'm Keely and for once I'm finding it hard to put my thoughts into words. I grew up in a zoo, consisting of two older sisters , parents , grandfather, and 10 animals. I am very open minded, and don't like to stay in one spot for very long. I am addicted to chaos. 

I got started with art pretty late in the game. The end of sophomore year I realized I enjoyed painting. I took it on with a vengeance to say the least, and here I am. To be honest, I have always hated keeping a sketchbook. Drawing for me was always more of a task rather than an enjoyment. I am dying to try glass blowing. Actually, I am dying to try everything. My "dream" if you will, is traveling and doing art. I don't see myself having a steady job in the states right after school. I need to find a partner in crime and travel around the world. We'll see how that works out. 

That's all for now.