Facebook motherfucker.

Art therapy.

Tonight Traci and I PAINTED. Finally.
I think that our art is pretty wicked.
I did a coffee themed "Wake Up" piece and
Traci did a Scarlet Johanson Jesus piece.
Check it out. Totally rad.

They had emos in the 1800's.

Cut off my hand and bury it with my baby.

I went to the library today and signed out quite possibly the nerdiest book EVER.
I signed out Judie Carty's "What's in a name? The origin of Belleville street names"

Basically they all suck, except mine. Moira Street.
Most of them are just names after people and that's it, just because.

This is why Moira Street has its name.

"The many titled Earl of Moira, Marquis of Hastings, Lord Rawdon was a Brittish statesman who served in the American Revolutionary War. Lord Rawdon was born in 1754 and died in 1826. He left directions that, on his death, his right hand should be cut off and clasped with the hand of his deceased wife. His wish was granted."

I think that that is awesome, in an extra creepy romantic kind of way.

Kriss Kross'll make ya jump, JUMP.

Today I wore my pants to school backwards, I'm a retard.
It would'nt have been so bad had they been tracks or something say, other than dress pants. It took some explaining thats forsure.

"Oh my god, how did you manage that?"
"I really dunno."
"But....how did you do them up? did you know that you were doing them up at the back?"
"I didn't do them up..."
"..........WHAT? then a....?
"I just slid them on."
"That's even weirder."

Imagine, class mates that are stupider than me. Go figure.