My Sink Is A Bloody Mess

Nosebleeds

I've been having a lot of nosebleeds lately. I don't know if it's just the summer, or if I've developed a proneness to nosebleeds. I've had at least one nosebleed (sometimes two or more) every day for the last week and a half. While it is amazing to see my blood drip onto my hands, carpet, bed sheet or floor, it's kind of annoying. I should probably get this checked out with my doctor.

Anyways, my sink is a bloody mess.

A Lame Excuse

Lately my summer school friends have been urging me to hang out with them on the last day of school before we "leave each other's lives". But. I don't want to go. There's something my gut's telling me that I can't understand. I don't know why I don't want to go.

I think I've figured it out though. This morning, as I walked into class and took my seat, I gave a lot of attention to my friends. Wild, eccentric, everything I was. Probably why they liked me. But there was something about them that was too wild, too eccentric. Things I didn't enjoy on the inside, but tried to show joy on the outside.

I figure that those are my friends. This whole thing is just me trying to desperately salvage some part of my old life. It's just me looking for another Angelo, Brian, Amanda or Karina.

A lame excuse, I know. But I'll probably skip the whole thing.

Goodbye

I've gotten very interested in typography (just wish I could be better at kinetic typography) lately and that'll be the main form of media on this blog (since I don't want to get sued for stealing photos) besides my own pictures (which I'll probably never post up).

I'm a 10 today. I feel good about the picture and I'm off to make more.

"Creativeness? It doesn't come from the brain. It comes from your heart." - Kevin Zou