All day i tried to think of a good joke to play but couldn't and realized not only have i always hated the April Fools part of April 1st but i suck at playing pranks. I feel like a liar and back in the day couldnt get even one soul to believe me. I'm the worst liar and if i did pull a prank i feel like it would really happen. How much would that suck. If ur a fool i hope you had a day full of fooling other fools.
Daylight:
I seem to miss so much of a beautiful day. Wake up, eat, shit, cut, sew, spill fray check on my fabric then start all over. The glory of being an anxious student the life of someone doing something they love. Love makes you do wild things thats fooorrr sure. For example redesign a dress about 7 times just to find yourself at the start all over again. Fabric and thread consumes my room and i'm trapped from the outside be the ironing board in the doorway. Study for midterms...What's that? I sew for 18 hours of the day and cause my anxiety to rage like an angry 90 year old person.
I went on a peaceful hike that made me realize im out of shape and trapped in my own world. Sitting at the waterfall was the best i've felt in a long time. It's sad really. Getting away was great even for the day and i have to admit for a few seconds the image of my dress wasn't dangling behind my thoughts. I've began to hate the sound, look, or color of the word Janome (the brand of my sewing machine)
My family comes and goes in and out of the house and i sit here in my room keeping up to date by overhearing what they do in a day and laugh at the jokes George makes from across the house.
My dress is in pieces at the moment and so is my mind, Obviously. I keep going from one thing to the next. I know it's all worth it when i get to see my drawing come to life on someone down a runway. Fucking nuts. I would say excuse my language but at the moment i frankly don't care. I don't think i've spoken in about 3 hours. I sing sometime while i sew just to keep my tounge from going dead. Soon after realizing i'm a horrible singer and that my tounge can't really die.
I JUST realized the Zoo next door in completly silent, horrah! Those 10 dogs and 20 birds drive me crazy and sound like a Zoo animals getting killed one by one. Not even kidding those birds sound like dieing monkeys. Yeah they may look like they come from the Amazon but they sound like death.
I'll post pictures soon for all like 2 of you that read this. haha. My friend Ben says he never reads this and he just looks for pictures. He likes to call me EMO, shove it!
It's plain and simple, i miss these days....
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