seriously, utterly, completely nothing to do.
feeling v. tired and should do something art prject stuff but really not in the mood for much at all.
just wish i could move into a studio apartment in melbourne, drink green tea, talk to a distant friend on the phone, wear my trendy clothes, eat my little cupcakes, kiss a boy i actually like, have a job that i enjoy and pays well, going to art college most nights, and not have to scetch lame apples, listen to music that means everything and anything, watch a foreign movie, paint my nails black, let my hair grow hot it feels, have my eye make-up as dark as the 60's invented it.
i just wish i was not here.
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