5.16.2001
 
::scribbled on the leather-bound book I bought today::

UNCONVENTIONAL... is the word of the hour. Can't think of what I want to present in my piece. My thoughts about the sybject are reajjy xloudy and unorganized (the fact that I'm bored out of my mind in japanese class isn't helping). I'm effing anxious, aching to start this project; the XY magazine has unexpectedly lit my libido on fire. So, I spent lunchtime working on my painting, trying to sort out the thoughts in the boiling pot which is my brain. If I can't draw straight lines, how do they expect me to paint them? This headache's not helping at all. Originally I wanted to depict something like pure, true love... Problem is, Zeus' love for Ganymede is pure lust. So, I have to find some other, alternate theme. Easiest one to do would be pedophiles.... but no."

And right now the flowers of the fortune plant exploded open... and the poignant aroma is making the bile rise to the back of my throat.

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