kinda sorta fixed it i hope you like garbage art.
GUESS WHAT JOURNAL TIME!
this is my walking journal from england. it’s pretty uh, over the top, you’ll see who am i a fucking poet where are my cigars, where’s my tweed coat with the leather patches!?
this is the other side.
some of it was written before i left for england, there are loads of quote rip-offs, plenty of my own geniosity too it’s hard to determine what is what, that deleriously happy line is from meet joe black, haha. that flower used to be purple.
well at least i am prepared for the victory’s next spoken word.
in my later years in highschool during classes i was extremely anti-social, if people see you scrawling in a tiny notebook they leave you alone.
rufus wainwright sigh.
how to not get laid should be the title of my next book.
jeeeesus.
upside-down writing i meant business!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA this is KILLING me!
what a poseur i couldn’t even spell merlot right.
“the loo” take notes madonna, british slang doesn’t work.
oh this is when i made the biggest fucking mistake ever!
this entire thing is filled.
canada didn’t have sugar packets like this yet.
liane is my little asian friend who was in my exchange program, from toronto. for some reason she liked me.
after the program was over i stayed an extra two weeks with friends of the family.
i guess we can file this under the losers who read my blog who doubted i ever went to oxford category.
this is you.
right as harry potter broke, didn’t happen, i think i told some people it did. sorry dudes.
my room was the party room and thus there was graffiti all over the walls and i had to scrub it off before i left, i did 1/10 of it. burn.
high on E when i wrote this haha mom/dad you thought england kept me out of trouble!
almost finished don’t worry.
here’s the main one i kept, for the writer’s craft course we had to keep journals oh SO HARD throw a challenge at me will ya. i also had to keep a scrapbook.
Tony: fils gonna be so rich when you die
me: !
why would i die first
why cant i be rich now from this shit
Tony: you might be able to
but when you die – oh man
gravy train
as 2pac
me: sigh
fucking world!
Tony: yep
you could do the excellent fake yr own death thing
which would be impossible for you though cuz youd have to be quiet for a few years
me: yeah i could blog under an alias
wouldnt the money profits go to my family tho
another reason why fil should marry me
in other news OMFG!
