yea, I decided to change my layout to a premade one because Im tired of tweaking with the other one.

Family is taking measures with my grandfather. I dont want to hear any more screaming when Im trying to relax. Hopefully after this I wont.

I got a job Hostessing at PF Changs. $8 an hour so its not bad. I get trained to serve and bartend sometime in September so I'll be making the moolah.

Halloween is still in the back of my mind. I need some kind of mental relaxation. Some thing that I can go away for a few days and just not care about any thing.

Splinter got really big!His beige spots got darker and he's become more of a clown then ever. His health still worries me. He's been sneezing and coughing again so Im worried.

Dan is still with me, and I couldn't be happier with him! Every time I look over at him I get this jolt and a warm fuzzy kinda feeling come over me. It doesnt even matter what he's doing. I could be staring at him picking his nose and I'd still get this fuzzy feeling. Another thing I relised is that for some reason, I have this odd little obsession with his butt. Don't ask me why I do, I just do.

Andrew and Nicole broke up. Kinda happy because I dont have to hear that weird nervous laugh she has. I need to find him a woman...Thats not insane and that has the same intrests as him (and that doesnt irk the crap out of me).

Been reading up alot about phylosophy and in general just analyzing my life. I relised that I love culture and language. Artisticaly, I think I've just rebeled against my teachers. I think its because of how I can never get a one way answer on anything. I do something I enjoy doing and I get yelled at because every thing is "in its own place" or they give me some thing about being abstract. I do something they enjoy and I get told to do what I was doing b4. In the end I relise that most of the people I come across in the art world are conflicted inside. Its like this horrible monster has consumed them and tells them to be creative and be different even if it means not enjoying what you create. Isn't that the point though? To create. To enjoy the process of creating. To let things flow from you and to not burden yourself with the opinions of the critics. I hate how art has become so materialized. What I hate the most is that most people review the painting on the sellability of it, instead of how much emotion went into it. It's like most people look at a picture almost as if looking at a cow for slaughter. It absolutely repulses me.