Oh Fuck.

I'm already liking 2011.

Except for the fact that it is difficult to type right now... it being so new.

This morning Ayden and I did not wake up.

That is because we were already fucking awake.

yep...

We stayed up all night to watch the very first sunrise of the year.

It was really enjoyable and peaceful, despite the fact that it was like... 40 degrees outside. 

We could see our breath.

I'm applying to the Creative Writing conservatory at my school.

Don't freak out.

I write better songs and poems and shit than... blogs...?

What the fuck kind of writing is this considered?

Anyways, I really hope I get in. I might be locked in a padded room before if I have to graduate a Theater student.

Ow.

My stomach hurts like fuck. 

I'm going to lay down.

Let me know if anyone is against my cursing.

I probably won't do anything about it... but let me know.

"The negative is comparable to the composer's score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways."

-Ansel Adams

Angel In The Snow by Elliott Smith