Marc

Right now probably isn't an optimal time to be tired, but I fucking am. I've been having the time of my life. Finally legal, very few cares, needs, and responsibilities, and it's all about to...end. Not really, but I've slowly begun to realize how much graduating high school that early really fucked things up. I don't know, maybe I just abhor community college and like to blame it on that. It's just that I LOVE being surrounded with the upstanding and eruditely peers. They all have such impeccable taste and admirable qualities. Like the one African-American with the hair reminiscent of LL Kool J, or the girl who has a fierce grip on my attention with her constant updates on her Hamster''s well-being. At least now that I'm armed with my iphone I can escape a bit...

but, fashion weeks. How I love thee, and the fact I can sit here in utter nothingness yet be blessed with images of aesthetic perfection from all around the world. Lusting over material goods is so much fun. Especially the past weekend, San Francisco is such retail madness. All my favorite designers good's and wares just a few muni stops away. I need to look ahead to things like that to trudge through the monotony of public school I guess. Good thing I'm jetting up for the weekend with Shane again on the 29th. And then heading off to the official kick-off of summer for southern california, Coachella. sun, redundant dance-y hipster bands, frolicking. I'm very lucky. Life is good.