#cwak

Cooking up a sweet little Nosferatu girl <3

She was one of the many who were turned out of spite for the beauty she once had.

jaime, my ravnos <3

Ahh, grotty. Today is gross. I don't know why. I'm not having a good morning.

It's September and I'm still fucking writing 2012 on shit. I will never get used to this.

I'm listening to Moby and eating ice cream and feeling weird. I don't know what it is. I think the weekend jacks me up because I don't see Joel for two days and after a while, I start thinking that he hates me or that I'm really creepy or I'm a terrible person in general regardless of Joel.

I had a weird day yesterday. It was a really good day, but sometimes, I have days when I know that I should stop talking because I just keep talking in circles and saying weird shit. Yesterday was one of those days, but it was also Friday, so I went to Diamonds and talked a lot. I felt like I was being really annoying.

I gave asking Joel to hang out with us at Diamonds another stab on Thursday and he said he'd see if he could. I reminded him yesterday and he kept saying that he had to study for a test in his art area, but that was more of a momentary thing than an all-weekend thing. I don't know. I left school feeling like a creepy idiot.

It's weird how I can be so egotistical and so self-conscious at the same time. It's really annoying. I almost wish I could go back to being the narcissistic asshole I was in elementary school rather than the needy little creep I am now. Better yet, I could just be the I-don't-give-a-fuck-I'm-awesome-let's-eat-some-redvines fourteen-year-old weirdo I was in eighth grade. Then again, I was terrible at dating in eighth grade. I'm grateful to have learned some more about that since then.

Yo, if anyone's reading this, you should send me a message and tell me how to set it so that people can leave comments on my posts. Thanks, sweetie.

I keep knocking shit over. I'm clumsy, but it's not the cute kind of clumsy. It's the breaking stuff, knocking things over, accidentally-ruining-people's-lives-and-doing-really-obnoxious-things-completely-on-accident sort of clumsy.

Oh, lordy. I'm making really long hyphenated words again. Am I returning to my CWAK state of mind? CWAK is a fiction story that I started writing in seventh grade and continued for a good three years. On a blog, actually. It was the center of my universe for a while and my friends and I would add to it and talk about it all the time. At recess, on the bus, just always. It was pretty cool and it was how I got into writing, which is now what I go to arts school for. Go figure.

My name is Senya. I have pink hair and my hobbies consist of writing stories, pretending I'm a rapper, drinking too much caffeine, asking questions, whining, and doubting myself. Holy shit, that was pathetic. Let me try again.

My name is Senya. I have badass pink, green, orange, and brown hair. My friends kept telling me to get an Instagram and I wouldn't do it, then I did and it was the best decision of my life. I love people, which is more than a lot can say. I write stories. It is my passion. I love coffee and tea and Jake Gyllenhaal and Torchwood and all of the beautiful weirdos in my life. I do ask a lot of questions and it's because I want to learn things. I can be very self-doubtful and that makes me ask more questions, but I'm working on being more sure of myself. I like life. I like the sun. I like Redvines. I like ice cream. I like hip-hop from the 90's. I like most non-country music. I have long fingers and very long, very tangled hair. Die Antwoord is a big part of my life. I go to the same coffee shop every friday to hang out with my wonderful friends who go to different schools. I tip well. Feel free to message me. I don't bite hard.

There. That is a much better bio.

I also swear constantly, but there is usually a reason why I swear. I try not to do it senselessly. I do it excessively, but I usually have a reason in mind.

I have an enormous crush on a boy at school and sometimes I feel creepy, but I think it's going okay. He sits by me at lunch sometimes and we talk about hilarious things and it's great. We have inside jokes and, god forbid, I think he might even like me back.

Have a good weekend, my dear readers. Have you learned more about me upon reading this entry?

Goodnight, listeners... Goodnight.