1. I want to live in a place where I can paint the walls ridiculous colors. And knock holes in the walls if I feel like it. And plant flowers and trees I'll be around to see. But I don't want to get stuck somewhere.
2. Sometimes I walk by the clay studio, and peep in the windows. I get a little jealous of those kids calmly sitting for hours, listening to their music that isn't drowned out by fans and fire and yelling, working whenever they feel like it, working on a piece until it's just right, sweating nary a drop, no smoke in their eyes. But I'd probably crack under the pressure of being able to work whenever I want. And clay does a shitty job of transmitting light. Fire rules.
3. I have a crush on every boy. Except the stupid and conceited ones. And that's most of them. Which makes the ones who aren't even harder to dismiss.
4. 99 therefore 18
Listening to: Leaning Against the Wall- Kings of Convenience