I'm beginning to design some clothes to sell/get tailored. Mostly for women and girls, because all the kinds of guys clothes I like are the timeless suits and stuff, which don't allow for much variation.
Anyway, who wants to join me? Let's all get together and design some garb, thus beginning the preliminary steps toward our cultural revolution!

-EDIT I-

So, I'm back in Idaho. So I won't be as available as I was the past week.

And it's my birthday in about a week. April 1st. I'm afraid to say I'm not too excited about my birthday. Cant' say why.

I'm officially a Utahn for about a week to come. Various things including the deviantart message system aren't functioning right now, but i believe AIM may be, allowing Louise and I to continue our philsophical banter. So if I can get that downloaded, please contact me on that. It would give me somebody to vent to, palaver with, and enjoy outside and in, if you so catch my drift.
Not really. Boredom breeds bad jokes.

And I've come to realize that reflection breeds regret. Live in the now. That's advice of the month #1.

Oh, and also, the mood thingy won't work either, so until i can't get on a proper machine, it'll be stuck on adoration.

And I'm terribly in the mood to play Mugen, but with this half-dead machine and the absence of all my files, that can't happen.
I don't expect any aid; just expressing my craving anguish.

Ah ah ah, one more thing.
This interests no one, but I like to think about it, so that's why I bring it up.
Prom is coming up, and I have a good friend in mind. Just because I'm so into flaunting my personal life, and because there will no doubt be various other near-transgressional teenage shenanigans going on that night, I'll put up pictures.

Anyway, bye now. Hit me up on AIM. I'm available all week for that and notes.

-EDIT I-

Never mind, AIM ain't working. But Windows Live Messenger is working fine, so we could do that.

It is a number that has been on my mind a lot lately. I don't understand it, nor have I any lead on what it might mean. There is no significant thing in my life that started at fourteen or is attributed to the number fourteen. It has just been finding it's way spontaneously into my subconscious musings, and such. Like when I try to think of a title to something, I always come to the number first, and I can't make any sense of it as to why. If I find out more, a poem or other writing will be done of it. But for now, I'm only writing this to keep from forgetting about it. I'm intrigued here, and I want to know what it means. If anybody has any idea what it might mean, or anybody close to me knows what it could mean to them, to be told would be appreciated.

And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
But no, there was no Sweet Leaf at this party. No alcohol and no sex. But strip poker in the cold musty garage did get a parent to say "FUCK", which was frighteningly cool.

Various art projects to wrap up, yadda yadda blah blah blah.

Sing and rejoice in your grandeur
Our grandeur
Caress your pearl necklace
You sweet pearl wearing thing
Be glad
To be blind
Blind and unaware of the peeling gild
Woe is your blindness
But happy is it, too
For you are free from disillusionment and disappointment

The social orders, glinty gifts and shiny procurements are made to feed your illusion in early years, when in age and labor, you meet the Truth
The Cold, Ugly, Omnipresent, Frightening Truth


**Remind me to archive this later. It's no good.