Breakable..

Rawr RAH La

I am borred.

Confused.

Hate my skin right now.

So much I could just sand it.

That is not a good idea though, Andy Warhol once tried that, it only made his skin worse.

I am now on a diet, so I can fit perfectly into that Perfect Dress.

The Perfect Dress, sitting behind my door, taunting me and waiting for the Perfect Day, when I can wear it it. 

It will be perfect, I hope it will.

Well I got an A on my History essay...like I did not know.

I kind of knew all along, since I got an A on my rough draft, the Final was much better, much longer.

I still have a B in that class since I missed wok while I was sick.

Those 5 day, when I was home sick with the Stomach Flu, ruined this semester.

All my grades dropped, except English and Drama, it's taking me time to raise them again.

I need to keep my 3.0.

I Need To, so I can have a higher Average GPA, so I can get into my puny Privates, the school I want and love so very much. 

California College of Arts, being my priority, the only art school in northern California with a Creative Writing Program, I love it.

I love artsy environment, artsy things, and artsy people in general.

It would be perfect, small sure, but I would feel at home.

I will be glad, nothing I want more than that.

It will happen, I will work harder and raise my grade, I will. 

I have to.

I promise.