Last night I was thinking about the Unicorns and if I actually liked that band ever or just liked the title of their CD. I think I do but the singer sounds like someone else. [Is it Tinyfolk?] But then I started to think about what is going to happen when we are gone.
Who is going to paint on the walls?
Who is going to have conversations on the ceiling?
Who is going to post comics on the billboards that no one except us gets?
Who is going to write secret messages on Batts' board?
Who is going to cut hair in the art room?
Who is going to burn the school down when we are gone?
Who, my friends, who?
The natural order of things is going to fall apart. Maybe it will form a blackhole starting at the Sequel and everything within a two mile radius of that school will get sucked into it and then it will implode.
I guess I'm being optimistic again. But if it happens, I want nothing less.

The kid that was in the art room decided to initiate a war with me. Which was probably not a good idea on his part, because all this week I have been thinking: "The next person that picks on me that I don't know I am taking a baseball bat to their kneecaps." [Who's fucking weird and crippled now, huh?]
I get so sick and tired or strangers pointing out that I'm a freak that sometimes I understand why the columbine kids did it.
I am banking on karma and survival of the fittest.

I have one print left to do before I am done with that assignment. Also, Agent C/Jean, I have two prints for you that I will give you tomorrow with that mix I still have an intention of burning.
If anyone else wants prints tell me which ones and I will have them done tomorrow. Yes, yes, yes.

I totally realized that I don't have to have awkward interaction with David until next weekend. Mega score! I am glad I am shit with knowing what time it is. Now I have another week to figure out what to say and wish that he was better at holding grudges. I am hoping to keep the conversation centered around 4chan, Batman, Transformers, and video games.
That also means that Sunday I can go to Nappoli's and play old arcade games until they kick me out for not ordering any food or give me a job. Or both. I have a goal!

I have decided we need a design overhaul because our packaging is horribly ugly. I am jealous, because we do not have this: [link]

"Katy thank you for book the rooms in France grandpa by happy and i am to. By love Grandma and Grandpa."
My grandma can send me emails any day of the week she wants. lol Awesome.
I am feeling better.

There was a study done saying that the women's diet can determine the sex of a baby. Which is such fucking bullshit because the only thing that determines the sex depends on sperm, because it carries the xy chromosome. So no, stop looking for patterns taht don't make logical sense. Seriously, how can you miss that major point?