Level Locked.

Art used to be something I loved. Until I stopped all drawing/painting/still-life/cartooning lessons. Big mistake! I mean, I kept on begging my parents to let me resume my lessons, to have art back in my life since middle school, but it never happened. Ever since I was little, I knew I had a talent no other kids had: a keen eye for art, and a productive drawing hand. Dammit, I wish I could revive my already-deceased talent.
Like today, I was painting my nails. I wanted to make a specific patterning. I can imagine the basics of the design but I could NOT bring it to reality. I knew exactly what I wanted, but no sketch matched up to my standards. Dammit, it's like the art is trapped inside of me. And it can only be unlocked with a key: a key I once possessed but lost.

^ the Influence.

So I think I've gotten some sense knocked into my hard-headed brain.. What a surprise, huh. No but seriously, Quyen and I were talking about how pathetic we feel when it comes to having fun. And NO, I don't mean we're lame party-people. I mean like.. the definition of "fun" for us is seriously distorted. People's perception of fun is fucked up. Smoking, drinking, blazing, partying, rolling: that's fun to them. Man, I am over this! If that is what teenagers call fun, then I'd rather be dead. What happened to weekend escapades to beach, group dinners, having clean fun? I duno man, I was talking to Daniel the other day and it's people like him we lack in our teenager world. Even Perry; I wish I was still in Jersey and could kick it with him and have clean fun. Shit.
Now, I'm not saying I don't want to have "fun." High school years, gotta live it up cuhs you only have it once. But what to do, what to do?

Plans:
Go to SGV with the girls.
Go to LACMA.
Eat at Lucille's with everrrrybody.
Have fun @ DCON 2010!
Get inked up.
Get pierced up.
Go to Auntie Yang's & Volunteer.
Talk to women and children at a battered shelter.

Lucy.<--- No future.

Honestly, this whole school business is killing me. I lack motivation and the drive to succeed in school. Temptations, distractions burden my mind, and I push all the educational work away to the side. I neglect my tests, abandon chances of getting good grades, and obliterate my own future. Seriously, I might be the only one who will get by high school putting the least amount of effort and soul into schoolwork. Which is sad.

I dare you to inspire me.

Remember me Always.

Well, being that I live in California, the most prone area for earthquakes, wildfires, and such, I will plan my funeral right here, right now. You know, I like to leave messages/secrets for people to find when I leave, fyi. Don't think I would leave earth one day, leaving nothing behind.
My funeral would be a celebration of my life, not a mourning gathering. Songs like : "Iris"- Goo Goo Dolls, "If You Want Me to"- Ginny Owens, should be played. And uhhhh I forget what else I should add. Kbye.

Weird...

Something's not right... It's not normal for someone to feel nothing. I can't exactly put my finger on it so it's hard to explain. I guess what they call me is true: I am heartless. I feel no emotion for anything anymore, but sometimes I get random splurges of anguish, regret, emptiness? God damn it, it's so weird. I feel fine though.
Just wanted to share with whoever's reading this, whoever cares.

It ended with a crash.

I'm bruised- face, arm, leg, back. It only hurts on the outside, but nothing can pierce my interior.

The rents: Who do you love?
Me: My friends.
The rents: Why?
Me: Because I feel love back.
The rents: What is love?
Me: Something I will never have for you two.

Acted too soon.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
As of today, I no longer part of that "family." Well, it never really was one. But oh welllllllls. I don't give a fuckkkkkkkkkkk dude.
Some people die too late, so hurry up and go die. I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. Kthanksbyeeeee.