Diary

Archives n uploads of some of my notes app dribbles for all to see on the world wide web!! :D

Just random thoughts lol.

I yap a lot :3

[01-11-2025]

State of affairs update.

I’m gonna be honest. I’m going through an art block phase of massive proportions rn — the magnitude of which I’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s just shit state of mental health related— derealization + apathy + lack of motivation etc, but idk. I’ve been more depressed in the past and I’ve been more creative then so ?? What’s my excuse?? There is none. idk what’s wrong with me.

I look at drawings and empty sketchbooks only to realize the most recent works I’ve done mostly date back to early/mid 2023 :/ .. like,, damn.. I haven’t done anything all in 2024 ;-; .. n that’s soul crushing.

I guess the only benefit to this brief interlude/pause from art is now I look back and see right thru my “art blindness” — like, with time apart, I’ve grown to acquire a more discerning eye and auto-constructive criticism. I was looking at some sketches and was like: “DAMN that neck is huge!” “Noses don’t look like that??” “Why df didn’t I see that at the time?? How did I ever think that was ACCEPTABLE?!” Which I guess is good since it means I have room for growth and progress :’) !! So all hope is not lost. Also, It might sound pretentious but I’m the kind of person who needs an concept behind my endeavors — I can’t be creative without it, the idea machine won’t turn. To clarify, I don’t necessarily mean my work has to have a “message” behind it per se, but if unless if I’m drawing some random object/reference photo from pinterest I need an IDEA behind it. So ig now I have a clearer vision for what I want and the specific niche and I’m going for, yk? ((me tryna be optimistic and find the light in this or else ill kms lol))

However, it’s my skill level that torments me the most. I hate the fact my abilities haven’t linearly increased consistently and instead just sorta deteriorated.. Last semester, I drew so little i practically forgot how which completely crippled my ability to draw for a while!!:’D I recovered *most* motor function in my right hand lol, but I’m just stressed. Next semester is approaching and I’m terrified it’s gonna happen AGAIN :/ . I really need to balance work-life-school. Rn it’s 70% school 29% work/life stuff and 1% art when it should be closer to 50%school 25%life/work 25% art. But I’m so so worried and trust myself so little in my academic studies i OVER CORRECT just to have **insurance** and peace of mind I won’t fail the semester . I need at least a B but always work wayyy too hard for an A even tho an A offers little/no benefit in the grand scheme of things. I guess it’s cuz I’m a 1st gen college student/ my parents (who’ve given everything for me to have a better life) really depend on my success ,, n I end up losing myself in the process:/ but eh ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) imposter syndrome and eldest child burnout can be it’s separate diary entry; me no have the brain powa rn to have any coherent heart-to-heart convo about the matter.

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[01-01-2025]

New Year’s resolutions yaaaaaaa!! My favorite Holiday :3 !!

Given up on learning Japanese because i realized, no matter how *much* i study will probably never even be CLOSE to intermediate…,,, like, unless I move abroad and enroll in a Japanese language school I’ll probs never be able to understand people IRL just being honest. My current language learning routine as of late has been internet archive grammar books(genki1/2) + a few vocab apps like duo and memerise-- I probs only study 45 mins a week which isn’t much but uuaaaghh I give up. Moving onto an actual "achievable" language ,, but will still keep doing god awful Duolingo so my skill lvl doesn’t totally DETERIORATE/ I don’t totally forget everything from these past 4 years lol -_- .. im lowkey sad because japanese is pretty fun , i enjoy the challenge. for some reason sticks better in my brain than when i tried to do russian for a year in highschool and proceeded to FORGeT EVERYTHING,,, imo russian is WAYYYY harder than japanese. Gonna try to learn German instead. Id like to be A2-B1 by the end of the year lol wish me luck.. Briefly considered doing French, but I consume a heck of a lot more German media these days,,, listening to a lot of german music/am following a lot of german artists on social media.. (even tho they ALL speak English perfectly ;-; ) idk it just seems cooler/actually feasible. Can’t wait til I can comprehend ski aggu lyrics in their full sophisticated poetic beauty :3

New routine consists of lingoda lessons maybe once a week (whenever I can afford to do sprint) , internet archive grammar workbooks, duolingo/memerise for vocab, Nico’s weg, and pimslur. 30-60 mins a day 6 days a week.

Also.. finally reutilizing my planet fitness gym membership .. I been lacking lately.. gotta get back on that 100g protein / maxing out machines at the gym fitness god level . my quads look amazing... I’ve been flirting with the idea of joining the military lowkey (for personal reasons I won’t divulge here) but want to condition my body so I can pass a pt test *just incase* my situation rn gets too dire ,, which unfortunately means I gotta start doing pushups .. go d my arms are so scrawny it literally makes me want to kms thinking about how physically weak I am :/

And I know I say this every year but I really need to start a project or something. I have the OUTLINES! I have so many concept sketches and blueprints to animations, clothes I want to make, a fucking videogame and content ideas but can’t put my plans in motion yet :( just really feel the need to get my shit together first :////////// mannnnn.. but in the wise words of a tweet i saw before deleting twitter: "You dont need more information what you need is action" ni felt that :/

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[12-27-2024]

I got my drivers license!!!! AAAAAAA!.

Passed my test yesterday;) finally. Been driving illegally for 4 years since I was 16 lol. To everyone I told: “I have my license” ; I lied lol ITS SO EMBARRASSING TO BE 20 YEARS OLD IN THE UNITED STATES AND NO LICENSE WHEN EVERYONE HAS IT!!! + driving is superduper necessary ((unless u live in LA or NYC)) esp cuz i live in TEXAS! ! :( WHICH IS PROBS THE MOST CAR DEPENDANT SHITHOLE EVER!! Can’t do fucking A N Y THIN G without Ubering or driving yourself (╥﹏╥) ffffff.

I’m a pretty shit driver ngl in all honesty. I’m quite impulsive, prone to speeding, and my derealization dulls my senses I lowkey have rlly bad spatial awareness. But yet again idk if that’s me or the culture Texas drivers have. They literally will rather watch u hit the concrete barrier than speed up/ slow down in order to let u merge (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ ♡ + will drive at night with highbeams powerful enough to burn ur retinas u in .2 seconds or WILL DRIVE WITH THEM OFF AND COAST IN UR BLINDSPOTS !! (I literally almost hit a guy driving to work @5am cuz bro HAD HIS HEADLIGHTS OFF IN MY BLINDSPOT!! ). Also , everyone drives a gas guzzling lifted truck big enough to lift their fragile egos n im scared in a tiny ass compact sedan lol

I tried to get my license last year but failed:/ ! L I T ER ALLY ABOUT TO TURN BACK INTO THE DPS 20 ft away!!! according to the examiner, when turning left I drifted too far into the middle/wasnt 100% in the right lane :////// "you had done everything right but thats an automatic fail" >n<.. then I just never tried again.. god I was so close. ugh. then i cried all the way home lmfao.

This time we had to drive 4-6 hours away in a lil ass town some extended family lives in, literally in the middle of buttfuck nowhere because all DPS offices near me are booked solid til June. I passed, but I mega fibbed the parallel parking portion. On my first attempt i aced that shit, but this time i totally forgot how T-T . I was like “do I have to” and the examiner was like “it’s -10 points if you don’t” and I was like “that’s fine, I’ll forfeit it” bc I was 100% sure I was gonna hit the curb and THAT would be insta fail. The lady testing me was a super sweet nice old lady, tho, way better than my first examner. She said “I can’t parallel park either sweetie, i understand” <3 and I passed!! YIPEEEEEEEE!
anyways i only lost -13 points in total, needed 70/100 to pass and i got a 87/100... not bad considering I’m a fucking moron.

To celebrate I got Mario kart + expansion packs on my switch :3 ((p.s how dare Nintendo charge money for extra maps for an ALREADY 60$ game !! .. like.. idk, maybe this is common practice nowadays in the video game market but jeez $60 + $20 for waluigi pinball ffffff >:( L NINTENDO ))

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[12-17-2024]

been seeing a psychiatrist for a min now ;)

ya boy has generalized anxiety disorder, major depressive disorder moderate, and adhd combined type!!! officially diagnosed B^)

Jk lol i hate knowing. I wish i never knew because im the kind of person that makes EVERYTHING INTO A SELF FULFILLING PROPHECY. I wish i could go back in time and not know. ughhhghghhh



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[12-14-2024]

GOT ANOTHER 4.0 THIS SEMESTER!!!!!
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ yayyayayayayayayay
(the pain never ends..)

part of me feels like i HAVE to put 100% into EVERYTHING , so its not worth celebrating, but yet again ive neglect so much of myself in the pursuit of perfection.,.,... ;////////// uaaaahhhh im just afraid my "best" wont be enough,,,,, so i NEED to grind super hard to have "insurance", yk? like "RAAAAGHHHHH GRINDSET" MUST pull an allnighter studying and get all 10/10 all 100%'s *incase* i fuck up later down the road so can cope with the fact "ive gotten so many A's , one F wont bring down my grade/ill still get an A in the course".. but idk if destroying yourself is necessarily the right approach, yk? maybe im just neurotic... on the plus side i basically didnt even have to study for finals/ sorta just coasted thru it since i had SO MUCH extra credit!!! i MINIMUM only needed to a 50% grades for all the remaining assignments to get an A. a win is a win.

id like to thank: me, myself and, i couldn't do it without the rando stranger-crushes from class! ;') stg EVERY semester my brain gets a crush on some random person. if i had any self awareness id say its the copeium way my brain tricks itself into attending classes/ not totally falling out of interest with the classes subject material LOL T-T .. (which is probs more true than i realize LOL). one "crush" for everysingle one of the four classes im enrolled in. 3 girls and only 1 of them was a dude, which im honestly surprised about, since irl its sorta rare for me to feel attracted to men. all of the crushes were on people i literally NEVER SPOKE TO except for the occasional forced icebreaker-introduction activity in the beginning of the semester in every class. also i attend a COMMUNITY COLLEGE so udk how hard it is to find ppl attractive when the majority of ppl in class are like 6 years older than you with wifes and kids.
tbh, "crush" is a pretty very loose term for me.. im not a very romantic person. they were mostly just people i find attractive and bc they were TOTAL STRANGERS; i didnt really know anything about them i would never seriously consider asking any of them out,,, my eyes just sorta gravitated to them during lectures n stuff LOL just my eyecandy for 5 months of the year (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)!! if im totally being fr havent been infatuated with someone in a really long time, like since highschool. part of me is worried about dying alone yadayada but the rest of me idgaf.
on another note, would call this semester a W tho bc i made like 7 new acquaintances!!! yay!! wouldn't necessarily call em "friends" yet cuz we probably will never hang out irl / mostly just depended on each other for homework/bond solely thru the means of an educational trauma bond, but still. a win is a win.

ughhhhghhhhhhhh. gonna take calc 2, physics 1, and gen chem 1 next year ,,, 12 credits,,, not bad,, but my physics class is an afternoon class from 7pm - 11 pm at NIGHT i wanna dieeeee my sleep sched. and daily routine is gonna be FUCKED... must train my body to accept sleeping at 12am -8am instead of the ideal 9pm-6 am but whatever. this whole engineering degree better be worth it istg -_- ....

idk what to give to myself as a gift :/// i promised myself in the beginning of the semester that id buy myself a really special thing as a reward, but im so empty inside. no material thing really attracts me. i could use a new phone but seems sorta wasteful when the one i already own works fine.. maybe a pimsleur yearly subscription so i can finally sprechen some fuckin deutsch LOL


anyways watched interstella 5555 in the movie theaters god it was so dope.. they played music videos after guh i love them sm

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[12-06-2024]

creative writing assignment i turned in.

wondered if one could detox from drugs by means of a medically induced coma-esq body preservation. the protagonist wakes up in the future and learns he has been selected for a experimental detox program which does exactly that. though he is no longer physically dependent on drugs, he still is habitually/emotionally reliant on them.
the assignment had us use worldbuilding/pacing , so i tried pitifully to incorporate it a time-looping thing ;_; probs doesnt communicate well at all, idk how to describe it, tried to convey this having not been his first time waking up and experiencing deja vu-- having been "reanimated" subsequently ODing then being resuspended in the coma several times over.
TBH i lost a lot of steam near the end, its mostly word salad ughhh i lowkey hate this thing. I like the concept n still want to upload tho :') uuhh i wish i was a good writer -u- ... might update n edit some ,, maybe ill hate it less
tldr: i watched too much futurama lol. and HEVILY inspired by Faye from cowboy bebop, Case from neuromancer, and my obsession with drug media (says the guy who freaks out when they smoke weed and doesnt even want to take prescribed medicine from a doctor loooool (╥﹏╥) )



Static cells against a chrome gradient. Nothingness beyond a restricted consciousness trapped against a 1-dimensional plane, and the artificial ring which echoed throughout his fixed vessel chamber. Is this death? Am I dead? His thoughts echoed. Mind eventually stringing together fragmented sentences to define his fractured consciousness. Cogito Ergo Sum. Cogito Ergo Sum. Clinging to those words as though they were a sacred litany which promised salvation.

“He’s aware.” A voice from somewhere said, though the mist was too opaque and the sound seemingly came from a vacuum. His consciousness clawed through the haze as though to follow the voice. Piercing through the unyielding surface tension into lucidity which sent his physical body thrashing into violent hypnic jerks. He gasped, eyes snapping open. Taking in the sterile room under blinding LED lights, the blaring of alarms, and the strange apparatus which lined the walls.

“He’s aware.” The same voice repeated. The restraints he was futilely wrestling against automatically tightened.

“Where am I?” He tried to shout, though coming out as no more than suffocated grunts and gasps, lacking the strength to coordinate articulate speech. Tilting his head to look for the voice. A lone, plain looking woman in white sterile clothes stood at the corner of the room. Holding a thick syringe with a equally thick clear hose connected at its end, its contents filled with blue-grey sap. His eyes looked down, following the tubes length only to realize its trail converged into a highway of scattered wires and fluids, all attached to him through various orifices and veins. She pushed more of the foreign substance in. The taste of metal instantly invading his senses as she did. His muscles fell limp. His breathing slowed.

Evaluate patient stability. “How do you feel?”

Her face was familiar, unsure from where he recognized it from. Uncertainty and deja vu only piquing his terror. “Where am I?” She ignored his question. Pushing up the remaining sedation fluid into the network.

“Your orientation starts tomorrow.”
Static crept into his peripheral vision, narrowing his sight to pinholes before everything faded beneath synthetic fuzz.

----

"Good evening.” The same woman greeted, announcing herself as she entered. Metal doors retracting into the ceiling and swiftly closed once she stepped through. By now he was awake, the restraints loosened; though he dared not move.

Ask about patients' memories. Check if compliant with records. “What is your name?”

“Alex Marshall”

“How old are you?”

“27”

“And what year do you think it is?”

“2019” He answered in rapid succession. Hoping the more answers he provided the more answers he would receive.

“Do you have any idea how you got here?”

He lurched forward, ready to respond, but fell silent as he struggled to remember. “I was at home. I fell asleep...”

“You fell sleep?” she asked dubiously.

Spotty images in his imagination surfaced. A lighter, tourniquet and an elegant needle came to the forefront. All fear replaced temporarily with nostalgia and intense yearning for the same chemical distortion he'd often inject. “Does the name Michael sound familiar to you?” She interrupted his ruminations, interrogating once more.

“No.” A lie. That was the name of his old dope dealer.

Dishonesty or amnesia persists. Investigate further. “Allow me to refresh your memory.” She spoke, reciting the words like a pre-rehearsed script. “You overdosed in May of 2019. You were temporarily placed in a medically induced coma before being selected for an experimental detox treatment. For the past 55 years, you've been cast in suspended animation, a way to flush out the chemical dependence without consciously withdrawing or physically aging. Congratulations Mr. Marshall, You are now completely clean. Any questions?”

“You mean to tell me I was put in some sick experiment against my will?”

“You were admitted to the ER after an overdose. Given a lack sufficient funds, being uninsured, not having any emergency contacts, no lasting will, and a history of substance abuse, you were deemed the perfect candidate among for this treatment." She stated it plainly, as if the facts were obvious. "Any questions?”

“I’m not an addict...” he tried to deflect, voice tinged in denial and defensiveness.

The woman paused before continuing. “You've been awake for some time now. In fact, we decided to wake you as of 3 months ago and were teaching you how to walk, eat, and speak through a rigorous physical training program. Do you recall?” He shook his head no. Amnesia. Regaining motor neuron function more automatic than memorable.

“Any questions?” She repeated, undeterred. He had several but managed to voice only one. “Am I free to leave?”

“Yes. Arrangements have been made. You will live on a government stipend and be housed in a company sanctioned flat. In exchange, you'll be monitored. The data provided by your cooperation our way of recuperating company losses”

“Losses?”

“Indeed. Preserving a specimen in suspended animation is quite cost intensive.” “Your present debt amounts to over $500,000,000 new-dollars.”

“New-dollars?”

“New-dollars.” She nodded. “After the American dollar fell, new-dollars replaced it as nuveo-American currency. I understand there is much for you to learn. I recommend you watch the news to get caught up on current events. Any other questions?”

“And what if I refuse?”

“Refuse?”

I never agreed to this. “What if I don't pay? What if I don't play along?”

“You agreed to the terms upon willingly admitting yourself inpatient to Hines Psychiatric Institute after a relapse in 2017. If by any chance you're suggesting drastic measures ...” she hints “You'll only be re-suspended. Made to repeat the cycle until your debts are eventually paid and simultaneously increasing your mounting debt. I highly suggest against it, Mr. Marshall.." A chill of terror ran down his spine as he remembered the mist. Sensations of Deja vu only confirming his terrible suspicions. "You have no alternative."

Noticing the symbol on the pocket of her white lab coat, a logo of a sort. Realizing it’s the same logo stamped on all the medical apparatus in the room. “What's all this all about, anyway?” He stuttered.

“You’ve been deemed fit to leave” She ignored his question again.

Swiftly discharged and handed civilian clothes — the very ones he wore when first admitted 55 years ago. Along with them, he received a sleek, foldable, transparent tablet, designed to aid in his reintegration. A droid explained it worked much like a smartphone from his own era, featuring a touch screen with various tabs including directions to an address-- indicated where he was expected to live, a tutorial on using it as a virtual wallet, and a digital access key for his new designated flat.

Stepping out from the sterile lights of the facility into the eternally static grey sky that now consumed what had once been New York City, his eyes were instantly drawn to a group of teenagers, or so he assumed, clad in strange garments of clear plastic coats over neutral-colored androgynous dress shapes. Their faces were identically adorned with clear, pink quartz frameless glasses, perched in place beneath their eyebrows. In contrast, his plain clothes and lack of body modifications made him stand out starkly; it was obvious he wasn't from here.

A droid quickly escorted him onto a drone, taking him passenger over and past the city; flying besides animated pharmacy advertisements which polluted the infinitely grey sky with bright neon visuals and subtitles in all language. The low hum of the drone's propeller slowed, descending upon a pod stacked apartment building, dropping its passenger off on landing pad on the roof. He stepped out, carrying himself to the tube like elevator platform ten steps away, then hovering the access key which instantly delivered him directly to his new flat.

Home. was his first impression. The apartment was an exact replica of his old place. A suspicious, ingenue replica; as if trying to replicate a set on stage. The same oriental rug, mattress on the floor, and several scattered books; Tibetan Book of the Dead propped open with an ashtray to page 44, just like he left it. Hastily opening the lid of the decoy Coke can, he found it empty — they'd taken his stash, conveniently confiscating all illicit paraphernalia bar two old sterile alcohol wipes. He cursed under his breath, only to be distracted by another tutorial that surfaced on his new screen, reminding him curfew was at 22:00 and suggested he watch the news to catch up on foreign affairs. Without prompting, the screen transitioned to a separate tab displaying news cycles and weather reports, detailing acid rain forecasts and poor air quality indexes. Folding the screen back into his pocket, he ignored the curfew, spinning on his heels and made directly for the elevator and back onto the streets.

He was clean, or so the woman said. Isn’t this what he wanted? No dope sickness, no sweaty palms, no nausea, no aches or pains. So why do I still feel the same? Still tetchy, still brain-fogged, still needing something-- an antidote to the unbearable sensation which exceeded the physical. Through an alley, he wandered past several makeshift stalls occupied by customers. Feeling lonely and desperate to score, he figured some ‘networking’ couldn’t hurt. Moving as if on autopilot, he seemed to know exactly where he needed to go. One stall in particular caught his attention.

“Welcome back” Waved an all too familiar stranger. Man in a green denim jumpsuit with orange accents stood behind the bar, face scarred and crocodile like. The persistent feeling of deja vú seriously starting to freak him out. "Here to ‘score,’ as your type would say?” Surprised at his lack of decorum, talking so openly in front of the customers who lined the seats along the walls. “All that money to come off just to come back and poison your system.” As if I had a choice... Marshall wanted to say, though not wanting to bore the man behind the counter with a lengthy tale of his misfortune. “Ya know, There's more of your kind showing up here every day.”

He really didn't want to know what he meant by that. "Got anything for me?” He said in a pressured whisper, still not comfortable speaking audibly about something so taboo in his time.

“Sure do, an opium pipe for the time traveler!” The man joked. "Suppose I can get ya’ a feather pen while you're here too!” Marshall wasn't in a joking mood. He got up and motioned to leave. “Wait, grandpa! Here you go, Opioid molecules. From Afghanistan, best there is.” He quit teasing, promptly sliding over a pill on a plastic dish across the counter.

Marshall held it with both hands, noticing a holographic sheen on the outer coating with trails of cybernetic traces shone like scales. “What is it?” He inquired. Noticing a small pinhead sized orange light near the opposite end of the capsule.

“No wrong way to take it. Swallow it, dilute it, take it as eyedrops, snort it, crush it, stab it in ya’ , hell, take it as a suppository, it'll hit you all the same.” Marshall traded the foldable screen he was given and received twelve more tablets packed in a short circular dispenser apparatus in exchange. "Pleasure doin' business."

Wasting no time to get home. His heart pounded in his chest. Darting through a crowded alleyway only to be tripped by someone. Palms scraping against the concrete as he caught himself, scrambling to his feet, undeterred. Patting his pocket to confirm the container hadn't fallen out with the fall before continuing onwards to the direction of his flat. Up the abandoned derelict stairway, the door left wide open.

Shutting the door behind him, anxiously fishing out the pod and opening it. Sitting on the mattress as he inspected it. There should really be an instruction manual on this thing. He had never seen such an instrument before. Under the lid, finding a small syrentte head. Removing it then delicately lining up the capsule head with the tip of the needle, intuitively twisting it into place like a vial, watching as the orange light switched to green. Activated, he figured.

1.. 2.. he counted each subsequent breath. Before reaching 3, a warm, overwhelming chill hit the back of his head. A wave of synthetic fuzz saturated every bodily tissue and membrane in his body, accompanied by the strong feeling of primal unease, innate, brain-stem evolutionary sensation of wrongness. The shutting off of oxygen; the thickening of blood.

Cells static against a chrome gradient. Nothingness beyond a restricted consciousness trapped to a 1-dimensional plane, and the artificial ring which echoed throughout his fixed vessel chamber.



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[10-15-2024]

I quit my job lol.

fuk dat place fr ╭∩╮( •̀_•́ )╭∩╮

the general manager of the store only wanted to give me a $1 raise .. upping my pay to a whopping $13.80 an hour 😍😍 even tho everyone else in my department makes $15+ with LESS EXPERIENCE AND TIME AT THE COMPANY!!!!! Idk why it took me 2 years to realize I’m being significantly underpaid, now I can’t help but feel vexed. The notion wouldn’t leave, so I quit :3. I can’t work somewhere where I feel resentful lol.

I still wanted a job lol so i tried a compromise: asking to transfer departments. I just needed a raise and a change of pace. Tbh I’m just burnt out, doing the same thing for 2 1/2 years. I asked to go to the fruit department where I’d literally be cutting fruit all day— my DREAM. No socializing or customer service , + they had an opening and i was chill with that department manager, but NOOOO the GM reallyyy didn’t want to move me (cuz ig for whatever reason I’m “important” now in the department I’m already in <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>) and offered me really shitty positions (like stocker or starbucks— stuff I NEVER want to) and I’d be getting no raise,, almost as a way to strongarm me into staying in online order fulfillment (the department Im currently in). OOF (yes that’s the actual acronym for my department ) was super chill and good but then 1. The cool department and store manager left and 2. They started getting more serious about it, like making us wear gay ass neon vests and walkie talkies — ok like whatever, i don’t have a problem with them cracking down like I get it, business is business, but like to not even update pay despite the increased workload is wack.

I was cunning tho ;) lil mischievous n conniving muahahahah (*-`ω´- )人 . ψ(`∇´)ψ A month ago, I claimed my vacation week. We get paid vacation (which is the only good benefit at that job). I claimed it conveniently for October 21-28. I put my 2 week last Sunday on the 13th, 2 weeks before my vacation so *technically* I get paid for my last week without having to go work :D!! Moral of the story: I will get the last laugh. (Even tho they played me for a fool for 2.5 years not paying me my worth.)
Dunno what imma do now. Maybe just draw n study some more, might fuck around n take a wintermester idk..

heres some pics from my trip to mexico last year
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[09-10-2024]

Having a lil crisis about college lmfao


Finished my general credits and am now at a turning point where i have to choose between major-specific courses.
waaaghhhhhghhhhhhnmmnnnnnnssehhhhhh
I know what I *don’t* want but I also have no idea what I do want.

I think about Sylvia Plaths fig tree quote often:
“ I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. […] I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

I learned i actually hate programming. I hate English. Basically any social science or arts degree is out bc 1. low job prospects and 2. I actually really like those subjects -- but just in my own free time, could never study them academically. But am doing alright in my math courses. I’m in calc 1 and think I could get through calc 2. People tell me engineering would be good -- n that it’s not *super* programming heavy, but idk :/// i think thats what im gonna do.. if i lived in the pursuit of happiness rather than the almighty dollar ; id be studying languages or 2D animation abroad.

what i want out of college:
- a job with a good work life balance.
- to make $60k minimum or more.
- something NOT in customer service.
^^is that too much to ask ; _ ; ??


on the bright side, my melons are flourishing :3
heres sum pics from a trip to a casino a while back

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[08-24-2024]

I started praying.

definitely not a habit I envisioned picking up this year lol.. i was never really religious. idk what brought this phase on.. but fr. call it delusion or whatever — tbh I’m still not 100% married to the idea there’s ~something~ (like a god) in the universe that can hear much less answer my prayers, but I am so so desperate to have my circumstances change, I’m hoping for a miracle. i feel an indescribable, overwhelming , burning, restless urgency that something needs doing. I can’t stay like this.

I prayed to Saint Catherine of Bologna for artistic inspiration, Joseph of Cupertino for studying and school help, and Arc Angel Gabriel and Michael for courage, determination, and discipline. And though it’s probably really sad, I straight up talked to myself for hours under the pretense of “talking to Jesus” or whatever the f is out there, about my day and my current "situation", because i have no one irl to talk to :/ Im actually really lonely. well.. I mean, I don’t *feel* lonely. I don’t crave other people, I’m not *alone*, im surrounded by family and a handful of acquaintances IRL at school/work, but there’s a surface tension I can’t burst— things I can’t talk to anyone else about. I feel no connection with others, An innate alienation, just cant relate to others. tbh, as long as I feel connected with myself, grounded, by means of talking to myself or prayer or whatever, I’m not alone. I have me myself. even if there is nothing out there, atleast its a means to mindfulness. almost like medidation.

Trying to hide my increasing willingness to participate in religion because my mom will be wayy to excited about it. She’d think I agree with her about some prejudicial beliefs. i hate weaponized spiritualism, twisting words to push a wrong, oppressive narrative (typical religious-conservative bs). I don’t want to give her that satisfaction. I lowkey hate religious people that are like annoyingly religious. Ik it’s parts of peoples religions, like its within the belief system to promote it but THERES A line between participating in your religion and straight up being annoying

on saturday, i went to church. i had just got off work and felt the need to meditate and rest-- but i didnt want to go home. it was mostly empty (probably cuz it was 4pm on a saturday) , and i noticed they were doing confessions. got in line behind a very talkative old man. somehow the sparse converstion turned to taking turns reciting the latin across the walls. he told me, "dont bother learning latin, unless you want to become a preist or talk to demons" LMAO. eventually it was my turn. i probably sounded insane. i hadnt really prepared anything so i sorta just rambled to the preist. im suprised as soon as I stepped out the box the feds werent waiting for me with a strait jacket to send me to the looney bin but i wasnt too worried cuz apparently if you confess a murder they won’t snitch you lest they be excommunicated ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ-- not to say i confessed a murder haha. but fr. it was stressful. priests have the most aura, their energy is overwhelming. im suprised i was able to speak at all in the presence of such aura lol.
afterward, i just sat there. at the pew, staring at the latin on the walls again. i didnt stay too long, tho, they had asmr water running sounds and it made me want to pee.

Catholic imagery go brrrrr
also went to a hispanic grocery store i havent been to in foreverrrr

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[07-20-2024]

I TURNED 20!!! RAGHHHH!!


new format!
hope u like ~~
sorta fucked tho cuz idfk how to css lmfao. probably looks like shit on mobile sorryyyyy ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡♡♡
tryna put more photos in here.. i have sm photos on my dinky lil iphone 11 camera roll, i figured uploading them here would be useful for archives sake +make this site more of a blog rather than a boring ass block of text.. might even upload scans of lil half-doodle comic-y diary entries i have in my actual paper journal à la diary of a wimpy kid style.

anywaysss I TURNED 20!!
thats such a real adult age. too real. but, tbh, reading some of my previous diary entries and iphone notes app vents -- idk why df i was trippin so much ab it. i was genuinely losing sleep n i fr cried myself to sleep in the weeks leading up to the big day.
now that its happened, idgaf.
the build up was 10x worse, idk why i mythologized it in my head so much-- mythologizing that turning 20 would be some terrible event worth dreading over.

i like being 20 now. cant wait to turn 21 n buy a 4loko>:)!!
no but fr,
its empowering.
im not some push over little kid anymore. im not some confused teenager looking for validation in others. i know who i am, and im so functional now. only with time i achieved this amount of wisdom and im proud of myself. im so much wiser than i was..
i <3 meeeee!!!

i still dont know why as a culture were expected yearn for youth, romanticizing the growing pains and confusion associated with being young, looking back on my teen years im genuinely surprised i thugged it out for so long lmfao id kill myself if i had to do it again.

anyways.. went to a fancy upscale shopping center n got myself a new ipad n some clothes as birthday gift to myself. spent $600 bucks (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)... didnt end up buying those banana wallets tho and i regret it .‸.
after i went to arcade with my family, won 1st place in mario kart >:D !! got vampire teeth and candy with all 96 tickets i earned.. then went home, ate some ice cream cake, made a wish (cant say what or else it wont come true).. and set up my new ipad for the rest of the day. 10/10 birthday.

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[06-24-2024]

I got a stomach bug!! Yipeeeee!

I started feeling ill on a Wednesday. Woke up in the middle of the night with a dull pain all over my abdomen. Even though the pain was 3-4 (on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being no pain and 10 being excruciating) I wanted to die lol. The fact it WOULDN’T go away— no peace or rest break— pain 24/7 — made me want to go fucking feral!!! Like a low level tinnitus gradually invading every inch of your mind until the burden consumes your entire consciousness!! Gah! I couldn’t even sit up straight or stand— I was basically forced to lay in recovery-fetal position 24/7 (T-T). I tried thugging that shit out but it was getting worse (+ vomiting and more intense pain and nausea). It wasn’t until Saturday (an entire 3 days later) went to a doctor who upon hearing my symptoms (nausea and vomiting) was CONVINCED I was pregnant and ignored my pain— the entire ROOT of my nausea/vomiting.


“Birth control?”
“None.”
"Boyfriend?”
"No."
"Okay.When was your last boyfriend?”
“Never?”
“Is there any chance you are pregnant?”
"..."
I wanted to give a smarmy response along the lines of: “It would be a miraculous conception and I’d be made a saint.” Instead i repeated. “No.” Was given a root beer flavored lollipop and told to take motion sickness pills -_-...


Later that night it somehow got worse. I was writhing in pain, so cold and shaking so hard my teeth were clattering fuckin shivering me timbers (probably from low blood sugar bc I couldn’t keep ANY food down). BTW N E VE R eat ANYTHING WITH CHEESE before throwing up!! I tried to eat a cheese stick (mm American cuisine yum) and had to pull that shit out from my throat I almost died it got stuck istg 💀💀 death by cheese stick. I was so so desperate i needed more than overthecounter antinausea meds and a lollipop (fuck that other doctor) n went to urgent care.
The urgent care doc was more understanding. I was given a prescription for funky lil pills that numb the GI system/ prevents the spasms which caused me pain. My insides felt like static. I was placed on a all liquid diet for a day, then a plain food diet as long as symptoms persisted.


That was a week ago. I still feel pain— a light bruise sensation across my entire abdomen, but it’s only a 1 on the pain scale. No more vomiting/issues. I’m all cured -^-.


Guhhhh.. I MISSED REAL FOOD SO MUCH!!

I lost 4 lbs haha. Prolly only ate maybe 800 cals the entire week I was ill. I’m like a ferral animal rn…. I physically can not stop eating.
What’s worse is I LOST ALL MY GAINZ!! FUCK! a week no gym/diet=total erasure of progress:/. I can’t do a fucking pull-up anymore and my quads/glutes/calves deflated by like an inch (;_;)... Eeuuuughhhh
FFFFFFFFFFF I’m so so weak…!!!

Why am I like this.
GET OVER URSELF. GET IT TOGETHER. MAN DF UP
THUG IT OUT!!! LOCK DF IN!!11!!!!!
FUCK!!!!!!!

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[05-10-2024]

I got a 4.0 this semester.

I mean, its community college so i guess its not THAT impressive, but I'm still super proud of myself for earing all 4.0's consecutively throughout the 3 semesters i've attended college so far (coming from someone who at one point had a 2.7gpa and gave no fucks about school looool).
Academic validation go brrrrrrrrrᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ .

It was not easy. I drove myself insane studying -- id become so genuinely upset if i scored anything less than a 90% on assignments. Its fucking stupid. I wasted so much time caught up in this neurosis i neglected all my other goals and ambitions.

I didnt draw for weeks on end. I had lost all artistic intuition and my technical skills were reduced to nix since i was not creating consistently. My brain was so sober in a terrible sterile type of way. Being unable to draw made me incredibly frustrated i wanted to die.

I vow to not try as hard next semester. Im still going to try my best, but im not going to beat myself up anymore for not achieving the useless self imposed standard of perfection. No one irl cares about a 4.0, besides, the university i want to transfer to only requires 3.5 so all the extra effort will be in vain.

There is a line in Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar i think about frequently in relation to this dilemma:
"I started adding up all the things I couldn’t do [...] I felt dreadfully inadequate [...] The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end."

If i continue down this path i fear i'll end up like Esther. I don't want to reduce myself to something so trivial. I want to make art, be a real artist, and someday create something that extends far beyond myself... but eh ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ all that dreamy shit is a discussion for another day lol.

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[05-02-2024]

I officially turn 20 in 2 months!!

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Nah but fr I am sorta freaking df out.
Part of me thinks "i still feel 16" -- but i can at least recognize i've come a LONG way since then.
16 year old me was a agoraphobic-neurotic-tetchy-nut. i sincerely apologize to anyone who had the misfortune of knowing me irl back then. in retrospect, i never want to feel that way again. Also I can’t say “it doesn’t feel that long ago” since tbh for me highschool feels like a million years ago. 16 feels like 10 years ago rather than 4.
hate how it’s almost culturally expected to mourn the loss of youth- the loss of “teenagehood”- as if it's something that ever truly dies, is lost, or even existed at all. I dunno. maybe it's subconscious jealousy and competitiveness, idk, everyone else is so coherent and accomplished n im still a little girl. rlly immature,..,. just not grown up. vv irrational eee but can't help feel this way :')
atleast next year i get to buy muthafukenn newports !!! yipeeeee!
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god.
20 is almost 21 !?!! 21 is almost 30 and 💀💀 30 is almost 70!! WTF?!?! what's next? fish oil pills and peyote?!?!?!!! /jjjjjjjjjj ofc im joking


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[03-15-2024]

I saw a dead body Tuesday.
Okay not actually a "dead body". Just a human brain floating in a jar of formaldehyde in the back of my anatomy & physiology classroom. Everyone was so nonchalant and casual about it tho, seems like I’m the only one who was like..... =͟͟͞(⊙ _ ⊙ ) “uhhh.. okay.”
As soon as I know what I’m seeing is in-fact "human-material" I just (͡๏̯͡๏) LOL.
Weirdly though that rule doesn’t apply to bones. Dunno why the cognitive dissonance in my brain doesn’t equate dead body≠bones. Maybe cuz pink-ish fleshy-tissue is more personal and human-like than calcified-rock looking bones.

I wonder when they died,, how long ago was it? Have they always sat in the back of a community college anatomy and physiology lab classroom? Were they were a good person? Were they male or female? What was their most cherished memory? How far have they traveled on earth? Is their family still around? How must’ve it felt when they were walking among us rather than encapsulated and displayed in a jar, seeing out their eyes and sensing the world as we all presently do?

Formaldehyde smells a LOT like TomFords Lost Cherry. Sweet n sickly smelling keeping specimens statically preserved.