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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Tue, 31 May 2005 22:14:28 GMT

new xanga:

peopleandleaves

Monday, May 30, 2005

Mon, 30 May 2005 19:32:30 GMT

INTFO:
his name is jon his status- photogramaphon's boyfriend. his opeantion second hand music and walmart photo center worker.

DATE:
Sunday, May 29,2005- Night Time around 11-12

EVENT:
First Date. [note] status of boyfriend as been for two months.

MISSION:
to get money for the night out.

DETAIL OF MISSION:
went to his house for money;
went throught his closet.

ITEMS FOUND IN CLOSET:
one acks[jon held it in his hand],one blue bandana[John but it on his head],two gardening gloves[jon but it on his hands],one pare of ski glasses[i put them on my eyes],canten on a army belt[i tried to but in around my hips],a pare of prodection goggels [jon but them on his eyes],a pucket of change lots lots of change[we tried to cash in for money result-negitive money], a old school game boy[he gave it to me].

INFO ABOUT ITEMS:
ack and canten-from jon scout days,blue bandana-NA,two gardening gloves-his catal days,ski glasses-from his skiing days,a pare of prodection goggles-NA,lots of change-has been saving up for years,and old school game boy-see through with games and speaker migenfide glass thing.

EVENTS AFTER ITEM ADVENTURE:
went to random store to change change in our end no money. went to his house got ten dollars from the mother,went to burger king-closed,went to wendys-closed,went to taco bell-open, got food and headed to the movies parking lot,at and listend to jazz music. date equaled- dinner,a movie,and music.

CONCLUSTIOIN:
fell in love with him even more.
relised that his the handsomest man i know.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Mon, 30 May 2005 00:09:38 GMT

new background music by the red paintings.

red paintings-walls.

AND MY FAVE!

<---- The Red Paintings

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Sat, 28 May 2005 16:42:13 GMT

http://www.livejournal.com/~basketofbets/

its me.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Thu, 26 May 2005 21:12:49 GMT

while a disapointed lady said the person i look up to the most to give me the greadtes art opions said to me. for some one we gave the outstanding art award to im very disapointed she said this because i made a bottle that was assined to me and i didnt do my best on it and i didnt get into it and she thinks that arts doing get boring doing other art. after that i felt my hands pressing on my face and start to slide up and down and my months movied something like god im sorry.i then turned and walked away tried to work on the a other piece she asinded to me and couldnt do that eather so just siting there for some odd reason i begin to cry i wants sure if it was because it just felt right to well i did know one thing for sure is that i didnt want everyone to see me cring i hate people feeling sorry for me and finding out i cant handle my own problems. so i asked the teacher when she was busy so that she would not see me cring if i could use the bathroom so there i was siting in a bathroom stall cring nothing it was not going to help the face that she was disapointed in me and that i cant paint of draw like i use to. so i washed my face and headed out to figure out what the hell i was going to do to myself. i walking in the room knowing that i should work even if i dont feel it but i couldnt so i just put things away and waited tell the bell ring and when everyone else left i went up to her the first time i talked her after her confesing how disapoined she was in me. i told her i was sorry then when i wanted to say more the tears come back great i cring again because if feel its somthing i have to do i told her i was having problems with are the im afriad if i put more time into work then are i will losing all art skill not just my drawing and painting but my photography to. dear come if i lose my photography i will have nothing i told her all this as best i could but someing inside me knew that is not my im cring and that is not how im feeling but her what i want be feeling because i really dont know what i feel i say i feel this and that way but i dont. i came to a concusation when walking to my next class that im noone. im just what i think everyone wants me to be. people want me to be intersting so im intersing. others think of me as boring so that time im boring. im a cartoon a figment of what other want a person like me to be but all i want to me is me to know who iam.

my art is not me its just what i think people want me to do. that lady looks at my stuff now and says Amanada this is not you. and i just want to scream THE WHAT THE HELL IS ME!! EVERYONE SEEMS TO KNOW ME BUT MYSELF. WHO THE FUCK IS ME!!. but i dont want to get anger that is not want they want me to.

hell i dont know if im typeing this because people i know what to read it or if it really want i want to write what i want to feel.

mybe this is me.

i dont know all i know is that the only thing that is me is my cloths i ware those for me and noone one else i feel good in them

i think im dieing inside

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Tue, 24 May 2005 22:50:23 GMT

NEW

PHOTOGRAPHS

COMING SOON.....

it will be of my friend matt he took me to this old abandened train cart and we went in side i was really neat it was half burnt inside and had graffti in it. mostly ICP stuff i was funny. they are gay.

im so excited i hope they came out well. i will cry if they didnt.
when i was looking through the lens i really wanted the film to come out colored but all i had on me was black and white. sad. im hoping over summer ill take him back and do a shot in color there.

pretty much i have been only into photography i was told today when i was in in school suspenction that i had to draw in my scatchbook of a landscape with vegies and plants i just couldnt do it.

its weird beacause i have been at it with drawing and painting for about i dont know how long then in the past 2 or 3 years i have been into photography and im not starting to stop painting all togeather. i dont know i have a better time of coming up with stuff for a photo shot then i can even been coming up with stuff for a painting our drawing so maybe photography is just for me and not painting and drawing.

hopefuly it is because if dont make it with art i have nothing to live for and that is seriouse talking.

edit no new photographs

i went to get then developed and they didnt come out.

sad.

i knew i should of developed them myself

Monday, May 23, 2005

Mon, 23 May 2005 20:29:18 GMT

Monday, May 23, 2005

Mon, 23 May 2005 04:03:23 GMT

please join my blogring thinging what ever its called yeah its called ill bring my dinosour if you bring your robot

the deborair feeling of debility.

inconsolable and melocholy innarcotic to ouside and nude on the inside.

what human is responseable this.

but yet the spokesman and his spot light beauty

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Sunday, May 22, 2005

Sun, 22 May 2005 18:11:20 GMT

ME!!! HAHAHA

the air smells like rain

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Sat, 21 May 2005 06:16:09 GMT