angel is so bad & angel is so good. photoshoot today was miraculous, except when my butt got wet from sitting in the bathtub. life should always be like this, smoking cigarettes, playing dress up, taking photographs and watching bad science fiction television. i do miss smith, but i'm kind of really digging hanging out with lauren, kels and rachael everyday (christine, come back). my sense of style has completely transformed into that of a homeless man, fortunately it will fit in @ smith perfectly. i'm going to go play with fabric paint some more. watch out, upstate new york, here i come. oh my god i still really need to clean my room.

i can't stop watching fantasy movies/television shows. what does this say about me? can i not accept reality? probably not. it feels so amazing to do absolutely nothing. i can't seem to clean my room, i just keep organizing things which makes a bigger amount of clutter. multiple photo shoots tomorrow, it is my favorite thing to do. stop being such a brat and show more love to those who deserve it. it's time to go back to iceland, it has been far too long. i need to finish my slide lamp and i need to clean my camera because it is dirty. it feels like smith doesn't exist, it is weird.

I HATE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING.

if i have to see her face i'm going to vomit (harhar)

leave

keep on climbing that ladder baby, i hope that you enjoy the view from the top.