Sleepyhead.

These pretty babies came in the mail today. It was such a lovely surprise, considering the not-so-great day I was having. Car accidents, arguments, and essays are all nasty things to have to succumb to in a single day. With that being said, I am just very fucking glad that we are all safe.

Now I'm going to go relax and watch The Real World. Right after I wash the dishes. And possibly spend an hour or two yapping away on the phone with a good friend. That is, unless, I fall asleep. I am really, very tired after all.

Have a good night.




mkp.

asdjskal;gm;igh!

I. GOT. ACCEPTED. INTO. OTIS!
I am happy/excited/stoked/eager! I am in the best mood right now, and I think all I want to do now is go outside and ride my bike and scream at the top of my lungs.

See you laterz!

mkp.

Poison Cup.

Overall, I've been good.

I really could have a much better attitude right now, but my current state of exhaustion, not-so-good grades, constant disagreements with family, amount of homework in need of completion, and the growing dread of March 9 is beginning to plummet me and my mood down.

But with that being said, I will say that the good most definitely outweighs the bad.
I've been accepted into another art school: San Francisco Art Institute. Inspiration has been erratically running through my veins, and I've been writing, painting, creating religiousy. I've made new friends, and I've realized who my true friends are. I got the chance to spend the weekend with some people that I truly cherish. And Fuck doubts. Fuck "take things slow". I am living in the fucking moment, in the fucking NOW, and whatever happens, happens.

She said, "If love is a poison cup, then drink it up
Cause a sip or a spoonful won't do
Won't do nothing for you, except mess you up"


P.S. Happy 18th birthday, Alexis.




mkp.

Let the ghosts sleep tonight.

I can't stop smiling.

Maybe because I know that there is no better feeling than feeling irrationally happy. Then again, maybe you just tend to feel this way after you get back in touch with old friends, get accepted into a fairly difficult art school, spend a weekend with people you've grown to love, and find yourself in a very familiar and somewhat promising position. I'm excited and nervous and scared all at once.

This freezing weather may be relevant to runny noses, ice-cold fingers and a constant state of shivering, but I feel fine. No, I feel more than fine, I feel really, really happy.





mkp.

Mirrors and Fevers.

So I swam towards the light, I let my breath get there first.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in the mirror.

Today is just a Saturday, that is all it is.

If tonight will happen, then I'm excited! Until then, I'll be working on finishing this shit.

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Happy Valentine's Day to all.

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mkp.

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UPDATE: I got accepted into Art Center!

It could be sweet.

I love hanging out with old friends. I love hanging out with new ones, too. I love getting to know people, and I love it when others take time to get to know me. I love checking my phone for the time, only to discover a text from a friend I haven't really spoken to in a while, proposing a hangout day. I love making plans. I love full-on conversations with old friends at their jobs. I love being silly. I love being able to help friends out and I love hearing people say that they're proud of me. I love the feeling of inspiration running through my veins, urging me to create something new.
And I love when it works out.

This year, I won't have a valentine, or a boyfriend or girlfriend, or a fuckfriend to spend time with, but I am very glad to know that I'll be spending time with some people who I've gotten closer to and some people who I've began talking to again.

Besides the fact that I am failing chemistry, everything in the world just feels right.
Yes yes yes yes yes yes. I'm happy.




mkp.

Relief.

I hate getting my hopes up, only for them to deteriorate at their peak. But I guess the truth is that we are ill-prepared. And so I'll have to accept the generic "next time" and really act upon it when the next time does come.

On an unrelated note, I swear I haven't felt this scared in a long time.
Usually he'd be working right now, but he's taking a few days off to rest and recover. And I'm relieved. He really needs this, considering all the crap thats happened to all of us lately.

Its wonderful to have him home right now. Even though the reason behind it is absolutely terrible. Still, I'm glad he's here. He makes everything look as if it'll be okay.




mkp.

It crossed my heart.

Back from San Francisco.
My stomach hurts from all the junk consumed. My head hurts from the damn motion sickness. My feet hurt from being forced into 4 inch heels for an entire day.

I got the same three same questions over and over this weekend:
-How old are you now?
-What college are you going to?
and my personal favorite:
-Do you have a boyfriend already?

17, I'm not sure yet, No. I think my second answer is slightly bothersome.

Still, it was nice to see everyone again. Even if I don't remember ever knowing them. And though we gathered during a time of great sadness, it felt really good to just be there with them, whoever they are.

Now, I can start on the piles of homework to complete before I can collapse into my bed and sleep, sleep, sleep. Coffee is my best friend.

I hope you all had a good weekend.

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mkp.