so i'm eighteen as of last friday, even though erhm, sadly, some people forgot (david/cough).
in other news, im a tree. or the color red. im not quite sure which. and unless columbia/mystery school offers kickass financial aid, go cardinal! go tree! go stanford! go sunny palo alto, palm trees, and nice people. thats the only weird thing about california. people dont cuss enough. nor do they cross the street when (gasp), it's still a green/yellow light.
in other, other news, im going to have to get a job.
my oh my. it feels good to slack off and not do work. i can paint, i can doodle, i can make layouts. i can watch my cat go in