i'm full of holes

And not the kind you can stick stuff into you . . . . Yeah.
I'm covered with mosquito bites. I don't even know why. Dad, "It's because you're dirty." Mom, "It's because your bed is dirty." Wrong. I shower everyday with Dove body wash, tyvm. And my bed, how the fuck is it dirty? She sleeps on it in the afternoon anyways. Maybe she's the whore with her dirty skin making me get bites. She has a ton too. OUR BLOOD IS SUGAR.

I have three on my arms. Twenty-five on my legs. Two on my face. Two on my back. I'm dying here. Full of holes. I want to go swimming but I can't because it's going to hurt like a motherfucker. Seriously.

Oh yeah, I bought the camera, guys. Eight bucks. So two from each of you guys. You can give it to me when we go to the zoo :D . I'll explain later. And the camera says quick flash, but I don't know if there's an option for no flash. I'll test it out later.

Well, I went on Tumblr and saw some girl talk about flour in photos. Well, here's the linkkk. It's funny because she commented on my photo for yesterday's 365. And a couple of seconds after I posted some outtakes on Tumblr, this dude posted this. Blargle. I know, whatever, flour cliche. I wanted to see how it would look. And just because you use the same idea, the outcome is still different. The pictures from the girl that inspired me to do, the photos aren't similar. But this whole scene makes me think of Quizilla, and them kicking me off for "plagiarism of banners". Meh, I need to do some freaking shoot that is original, but really, who is original these days?


On other news, I just finished E. Lockhart's newest installment of the Ruby Oliver novels. And I have to say, she is my god. I love her so goddamn much. Even though, I would hate hate hate Ruby in real life if she were real, I love her character in text. E. Lockhart is just a flipping magician with words. And her acknowledgment section made me jealous as hell. And then I decided it. I want to become a writer just so I can personally know other writers.Lockhard knows John Green and Libba Bray, two of the top teen writers, my opinion. And she knows Lauren! Then again, they did write a book together. So damn jealous.

And reading that book made me realize that I don't want to be a therapist. I have to be.

I'm reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower next. Probably after this post. I heard it's like Catcher in the Rye. Just more romance, I guess.

I should write that review soon.

I want to quit speech. I've decided that I'm going to quit speech. I just have to make sure that the magazine is going to be a legit Stuy club. I just want out so badly. Even though I did waste that Benjamin Franklin for the suit. Stupid suit.

Blah, I need to write soon. I really do. Once I finish this goddamn book, and then Story of a Girl, and write the damn review, and some PSAT math, I'm going to restart that damn story. And it's going to be awesome. But not really.

I want chicken.
I am going to go get chicken.

I feel like a failure.