I'll explain the title first of all. Today I finished my slab pot. I made it a rap-around-a-tube one. I think it looks pretty crappy; for a design I put a face on it. See, it's boring. But anyway, so after fifth hour I went to Coco Moon. I was sketching, and I was thinking of the little face I put on my pot. I wanted to put them on beads. So I sketched designs for the beads. I raced back to school to make them. And I really mean I raced, I almost spilt my coffee. I had the giant creative urge to make those beads. So I made them. And I even got to go to swimming, it was fucking exciting. Go me.

So those of you that go to the high school, and will read this I'll show you them. Fuck, even if you don't read this, I'm fucking showing you them anyway, because they're fucking awesome. I'm very fucking proud. So that means those of you that don't go to the high school will see them, like at the twins' party, because they're just so fucking cool.

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If you can't tell, I fucking feel like saying fuck a fucking lot. So I'm getting it out of my fucking system.

I really like how dA lets you use the word fuck, or any other word, like bitch, whore, shit, ass, ndfjghikn, I ran out of words, I'm not putting much effort into thinking about them either...

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I am sick of being sick. I almost puked in practice I was coughing so hard. And rumor has it that Nicole has H1N1. Interesting.

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Tomorrow we're dressing up goofy for swimming. Lucky me.

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On Thursday I'm driving down to St. Ben's all by myself. That's pretty wild. I'm going to be spending the night there and checking out the Blazer swim team.

I'm thinking now though that if I was accepted to St. Ben's, I wouldn't want to be on the team. It would take up so much time. And after this year I really want to concentrate on art... So maybe one year swimming for them, then I'll be done if it comes to that...

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I would really like to go to CVA. Their buildings are exactly what I would love to work in. Like the perfect college environment. The BIG(BIIIGGGG(REALLY BIG)) down-side is that I would have to buy all my own food. And pay for renting a room from a fancy pants mansion.

I would like to go to MCAD for my Masters, if I want to do that after school, instead of jumping into the work force.

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I'm trying not to think about that too much until I take the stupid ACTs again. Which I should really buckle down and study for... Boo. I hate studying. I've never been one to fucking 'buckle down' to study; hence passing APUSH with a measely D. But that will be what I'll do at night at St. Ben's I guess.

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I fucking miss Devin. I fucking love him. I'm so fucking stupid for not realizing that sooner. Fuck.

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I'm excited for the twins' party. Which is after the ACTs, thank buddha, I'll really be partyin' it up Fuck yea.

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It's been getting so hard, living with the things you do to me, uh-huh. Things are getting so strange I'd like to tell everything I see, mm-hmm. OH--

I see a man in the back, as a matter of fact, his eyes are as red as the sun. And the girl in the corner, let no one ignore cause she thinks she's the passionate one! OH YEA, it's like lightning, everybody was frightning, and the music was soothing, and they all started grooving, YEA YEA YEA YEA YEA. And the man in the back said everyone attack, and then turn into a ballroom blitz, amd the girl in the corner said 'boy you don't want it to turn into a ballroom blitz' BALLROOM BLITZ.

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Fuck yes, that was a little bit of Ballroom Blitz by Sweet. If those aren't the actual words, then fuck that, cause that's what I hear. I really like said song. I'm listening to it right now. But I can't say I'm going to be listening to the same song by the end of this journal.

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Step inside, walk this way, you and me babe, HEY HEY!

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See? Already a different song. (that was the beginning to Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard. fyi)

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Oo, I just remembered that two of my pots are being high fired right now! How revitting!

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Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love.
Pour some sugar on me, come on fire me up!
Pour your sugar on me, can't get enough!
I'm hot sticky sweet, from my head to my feet!

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Tomorrow I'm going to make a cup in pottery before I have to leave for swimming. For some reason, I like making utilitarian pots in pottery. It feels weird to make something that's just for looks. Which is strange, being an artist, most of the things I make aren't anything but for looks... Huh.

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I think this journal is long enough- ciaou! Italia!