hmm these are by far some of the least attractive pictures of me ever, why i felt the need to put them up here is beyond me...too many toothpicks=insanity. why am i in art classes? i think im supposed to be like a business major or something more concrete like that. im not cut out for dropping eggs off of buildings and drawing abstract shapes in charcoal and being all cool and awesome like that.

im in that state of being certain i have no idea who i am or where im at. maybe im not a sororiety girl. maybe im not an artist. maybe im not a good girlfriend.

but robyn abree says take it day by day and if theres ever anything thats come out of that girls mouth that i can use it must be that. of course my favorite is the robyn-angry-at-the-male-race-angry phrases. those are surely the best. like: "hey everyone, i felt it and it was small" or "my boyfriend is like six different cultures and you're not you monocultural hormonal bastard"

i miss my mother fuckers in roswell

scuse the french i had to do it. sometimes it gets the point across.