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I rented a tablet from AV today cause I wanted to screw around with it. Here is my first tablet-illustrator inspired art thing! 

People always think I'm lighter than I really am. I guess I'm flattered, but it's weird. I tell them I'm 150-155 pounds and a size 11 pants and they always get this funny look on their face and go "nooo." and I'm like yeessss.. do I need to take off my pants to prove it to you? I've had a lot of people say that... more than enough to make it a pattern. 

funny. I guess I look lighter than I am? that's a good thing. I'm  pretty normal weight.. I could always weigh less but so could everyone in their minds. It's never my weight that I freak out about, but rather what my body shape is. Cause weight doesn't really mean anything if you look good.. unless you're a runway model I guess. I would be the biggest fatty Mcfatterson in that case. But thankfully I'm not! 

my brain is all over the place!

 

There's meeee!

Bad News Bears.

I am so exhausted. Last night (this morning) I only got less than an hour of sleep. I couldn't go all the way, I had to pass out for a little bit. Speaking of pass out, right now I feel like I'm about to from exhaustion. 

It was totally worth it though.

Deep as a graveyard, wide as TV.

I am obsessed with the song 15 by Rilo Kiley.
and also Love You Madly by CAKE.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Amazing. By Kanye. Ft. Young Jeezy.

There is no rhyme or reason behind it, I just heard it yesterday in like, the perfect mood and context for it, and now I'm in love with it. Funny cause I usually hate most "indie" bands. But I guess Rilo Kiley can be an exception.

Funny how the context of a song can make it feel a certain way for you when you listen to it and you can't really escape it. Like when I hear Where Is My Mind by the pixies my face goes all red-like and I start grinning. And my roommates look at me like... Wut?

What

Thought I would find a place for these gems of pictures I found on my computer. 

hahaha. My parents wouldn't let me wear that shirt out in 7th and 8th grade and I was soo mad. Now I thank them for it... funny how that is.

Becoming Insane

Hahaha at this. Little itty bitty sixth graders. Look at us in our little clairbourn skorts. 

Nom

Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom..... 

I AM THE INCREDIBLE HULK!... hulkess... or Amanda is at least. 

Home Grown

I have no fancy words really. I'm terrible with words and I never know what to say. 

My chest is tight, 

my body aches, 

I'm exhausted 

    and extremely extremely happy. 

     I've been going to class and hanging out with my friends but my mind is completely somewhere else.