I live on a really weird street. During the day, 10am - 8pm, it’s packed and busy - full of people shopping. The music stores blast latin folk music into the streets which I can ussually tolerate but today it was so loud that it wasn’t muffled at all by my walls - I could hear the music like I was playing it off my own stero. So I called in a noise complaint. I kind of feel like an asshole. But I was also sick and trying to sleep. : /

Also at least three times a week I wake up sometime between 4am and 6am to chickens being lead into a live poultry place to be slaughtered and made into todays burritos and hot wings. For some reason I don’t mind this…except I think they were killing ducks once. I swear I heard quacking as opposed to clucking but I didn’t look outside because ducks are cute, I don’t want to think of them killing ducks outside my bedroom.

I don’t want to be all negative though, it’s pretty nice to think I can get my clothes tailored, hit on by someone with a gold tooth, a good eyebrow waxing, my groceries…all without leaving my street.

Accidentally dressed like Alice in Wonderland today. Also I hate my boobs sometimes…a dress that should be relatively modest on me is still oh haaaay cleavage boobs.

For some reason or another I’m not feeling very creative the last couple days. I blame the fact that my allergies are starting to kick in.

Tomorrow I’m going to go into school and hopefully get a bunch of work done. Than I have work at night. Friday, friday, I feel like I promised someone I would do something during the day with them…like I should have plans during the day - I just don’t remember them. Uhhh. Later that night I’m modeling for Adult Drawing at Studio Mezmor. And saturday I’m throwing a birthday Party for my friend Elisha and Laura in my apartment. The invite is cute, should be fun.