scribbled nonsense in the middle of the night before the last month had passed (but slightly altered...)

The desired disease for

the goblins' last summer

15 hundred feet beneath the moisturous ground

of dirt, mud, and rocks on this

mucky sphere we call Earth...

where the sounds

where the music

where death

really comes from

green, tangled, dark, and feared,

we call it

the goblins' home.

damn

my artistic confidence is at an all time low but wait-

for once this is a good thing because I feel so driven feel so inspired feel so ambitious right now

To Translate a mind's mess into a simple day's plan:

-gym

-T.O. library park to draw

and draw

and draw

and draw

until my wrist hurts

-see some friends later

Today will be my first productive day since being Home.

Cold Cold Cold in the best way possible

Today marks the end of my first term at Art Center!

I have learned a shit-load of shitez and am proud of my progression.

I'm sitting here with nothing to worry about, and it feels weird.

Rachel and Thomas are sitting beside me working on their final projects.

I'm sitting here doing nothing trying to kill time-anticipating tonight.

and tomorrow night.

and possibly Saturday night, whatever goes down.

life is beautifulllllllllllllllll.

-Vivian Shih

ha-ha

I might have made some bad decisions this week but I don't think they will have much effect....hopefully. Nevertheless, it's been an excellent week.

Anyways, I am doing really well and I love my new friends.

(And I am beyond excited to see Classy 09 this weekend.)

So much love so much love so much love.

All the best,

Vivian Shih

Life

is

Beautiful

Talk about regrets.

Fuck. Him.

all you need is love

oh wait, I ain't got any.