1. Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favourite Film:
5. Favourite Song or Album:
6. Favourite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of dA?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favourite memory of us?
14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarkey) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favourite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

Not much has changed since the blue blanket journal. I still feel terribly nervous, like I should be taking action for something… but the thing is, there’s nothing. I get on a street, paint the hydrants, drive around, come home, and listen to my sisters never ending bitching. I wanna draw so many things in my head, but I feel no motivation. My heart is in a weird condition also. It did hurt, horribly at some points, but now it’s numb, nonexistent most of the time. After being called heartless I’m growing fond of not having a heart, it can’t hurt if it isn’t there.
Being told that in the state of Kentucky having a learning disability is a form of retardation hasn’t helped my mind much either. I don’t think me and this woman are going to get along well… I know it’s her job, but I am not going to be treated like I’m stupid because I don’t like talking to teachers that treat me different from the rest of the students, just because they know I’ve been in a slower class. I do not have a disability; I am very capable of anything anyone throws at me. I think I’m just going to have to tell her “The more you treat me like an idiot, the less feed back you’re going to get… or if you treat me stupid long enough you’ll get just the opposite.” Atleast if I finally go off the deep end and kill someone they have “legal documentation” that I’m “mentally challenged.” The only thing I gotta do is say “they told me to solve a math problem.” And TADA no jail.
I miss so many things about school. My friends, the work… Sergeant Sanford, George, Chrissy, Angel, Tyler, Phillip, Heather, Brittany A, Brittany F, Leeann, Kayla, Dustin, Skinner, Martin, Elizabeth and all her friendliness, teaching Coach Sparks how to “Solja Boy that hoe.”, Mrs. Hancock saying “AMEN.” after smart ass preppy bitch remembered the part in Macbeth “It is a tale told by an idiot!” I think that’s the hardest I laughed in that class… I miss it… a lot.

Until another time
~Zippy.

"Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don't even know you're walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how far away home can be..."