Wow.

My life has drastically changed SO much since I last updated this thing, like, three years ago I don't even know where to start.

I fucking love my life right not. Just about everything is perfect. =]

I never update this, yet I fret when my account expires. Go figure.



First day of school. aka my new Arizonian life. =)

Good morning, Sunshine, you're my only light.


And how is everyone doing this lovely morning? :]
I have no idea why I'm up this early and in such a chipper mood.
Ew.

I always die off. :[
In less than four weeks I shall become an Arizonian.
Mixed feelings about that.
But hey, at least I can go make something of myself.
I'm really not feeling the 'college drop out' scene.
I hate extreme heat.
And the lack of green in Tuscon, so this will definately be interesting.
I'm obviously going to need a better hobby to keep myself preoccupied.
I hope there's good photo muses out there?
I need to go to the beach one more time before I go, it'll be such a drastic change in scenery.

And I finally make my return to Suicide Girls. Yay. :] So much has happened since May, so I'll just give you the highlights.

High school graduation.
Applied to be a SG finally. :] [rejected....boo. :[ ]
First term of college.
Engagement<3
Billions of trips to Arizona.
Quitting school.
Getting ready to move to Arizona.

And that's life in a nutshell, but I really don't feel like elaborating due to laziness. So I'll leave you with this nifty little picture instead.



This is becoming a boreder line obssession...

As of Saturday I won't have a permanant address until July sometime. :\

Which means another few months of no actual computer. I really want to change my current shitty profile picture, to a clearer more updated one. Hopefully I'll get my hands on a computer soon. This sidekick's killer one the eyes. Arial font at about....size 1 isn't a near sited's best friend, is it?

Fashion school next month!

"Once as a child he had sat upon a yellow dune by the sea in the middle of the blue and hot summer day, trying to fill a sieve with sand, because some cruel cousin had said, 'Fill this sieve and you'll get a dime!' And the faster he poured, the faster it sifted through with a hot whispering. His hands were tired, the sand was boiling, the sieve was empty. Seated there in the midst of July, without a sound, he felt the tears move down his cheeks."