06.12.04 | 1:48 am
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no la la la l a

knock nockn okncok knock knock

i saw someone naked today

gabe made it happen

it was hot

it is strange. i don't know where teera is.

she disappeared early today. i haven't seen her much at all. i wonder if she will wake up tomorrow.

i don't want to move. i want to stay this way forever.

yes yes. the phone is ringing now.

bye. btye bye.

w e d 06.09.04 | 2:47 pm
a hot and goopy brushstroke

you know what i haven't done in a long time? gone to a lecture for a class i am not enrolled in. but this time i went, by myself, and even took notes. i had the professor last year for an art history class and he reminded me of the frugal gourmet host.

"hot and goopy brushstroke" was the best phrase i have heard all day. and i hear lots of good things daily. like "wanna hump tonight?" to which i kindly respond, "on or off campus?"

i'm bleeding stress. and to top it off i get to move and go to a series of job trainings for my summer job this week... in the city of los angeles around rush hour time. who plans these things and do they need to be shot promptly? let's see. today i am going to read a book, start and finish an italian project, have dinner with my sister, start to learn 10 weeks worth of chemistry, and do some laundry. if i finish this at a decent hour i am thinking of just shooting up too.

i realized that things are much easier when you are asexual. the day i leave the country to go to rome, assuming i am accepted into this program, which hopefully i will be considering the counselor told me it is likely that i will go and i doubt she would relay this information to me knowing she would be shattering my dreams if i did not get accepted... i will write something amazing to confess my love. and while i am abroad, i will write something generally amazing. i will make something amazing.

seeing other countries is the fastest way to get inspired. free time also helps. i have lots of new ideas and, as of yet, no production. i am a promising undergrad, i promise. you'll see.

s u n 06.06.04 | 5:43 pm
i wonder when, exactly, does one get to the point

i just thought it was thursday. i make no sense at all. you can tell by talking to me or looking at me that i have had a vice-filled weekend once again. it makes me groggy. i don't get hangovers really no matter how much i drink or smoke. i just have to sleep a little more the next day.

i wonder when, exactly, does one get to the point where one does not really find sleepovers as exciting as they once were. i used to want to stay up all night and watch movies or talk all night, sleeping bags pushed close together on the carpet. now when my friends sleep over we all just pass out.

i'm usually quite tired as a general comment on the essence of tiffany. i don't ever get enough sleep, especially not during the school year. so when i have been up to no good, i really do just want to sleep. sleeping in my clothes or next to someone in my twin bed is usually not a problem.

i wake up next to gabe sometimes and i'm used to that by now. he thinks my bed is quite comfortable and naps there all the time. but waking up next to other people is quite strange. i don't think i like it. nothing happened. it just felt weird.

i see how different i have become after my brush with celibacy. i think it is a good thing while love triangles are not. upon further provocation i can see this thing getting very dirty and i don't like it one bit.

i like him for different reasons. i feel like i am in third grade again, wanting to resort to sending in a friend to say "so and so has a crush on you." school is stressing me out. i just want to shoot it in the face.

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