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17. :/

guess what? my title exceeded the eighty character limit. fuck this hellsite. why the fuck do i stay on it?

anyways, the original title was "the word i'm looking for is something between 'ugh' and 'ahh' but i don't think it's in the english language"

i still don't know exactly what the title is, because the feeling that i have right now is better represented through a facial expression that i can't do, but for some reason, quinn is a master at it. it's sad, but also very content, exhausted, and confused.

that's how i feel right now.

so, during quarantine, i've been stuck at home in my hometown. i haven't been able to go back to vancouver and that is really pissing me off right now.

i hate my hometown and literally everyone in it. i'm so done with it.

i wanna see my friends again, but at least two if them are on a completely different continent right now, so i'm having to wait until july.

i need to complain about this shit, but i don't have enough thumb energy to type it out and i would talk to malia but she's always trying to cook something and has to ask me for help in the middle of my complaining. most of the time, it's something really stupid.

and i would talk to jacob, but as previously mentioned, he's in a different continent.

also, someone requested a max domi wallpaper from me on tumblr a few days ago and i'm still processing it because i have never taken a request before. and a note to everyone that doesn't do full-on graphics ( and i'm talking the whole shebang: lightroom, photoshop, illustrator, after effects, and any other adobe product that people have on their computers ), graphics take time bro. like to get a good graphic, i have to spend at least two and a half hours to get a base model before i start adding textures and stuff. i'm not in the mood to spend like eight hours on wallpapers.

and, if you're ever going to request anything from anybody, be specific. you need to have a general idea in your head before you say anything. i'm not about to come up with four separate ideas for you. that's just stupid. i'm the designer, not the brain.

yesterday, i tried making that egg sandwich bread thing that's on tiktok and i was really excited, but then i realized that my pan wasn't bug enough for two slices of bread. in conclusion, tiktok is horrible and i'm not sure if be can be friends if you're going to ignore all the shit that happens on there.

i have about four pairs of socks and underwear in a suitcase somewhere in canada. i don't know where. its been missing for like four months, but my dad is still helping me find it because i'm too scared to talk to the ups people.

i tried making these vegan cinnamon rolls the other day ( i'm not vegan and i know how to make regular cinnamon rolls and they're damn good. don't ask me why i didn't use my normal recipe. i don't know ). they didn't turn out well and my cat started eating my yogurt. i didn't stop her.

i did this thing for pe yesterday and it was about reflecting on the year. in one of the questions, i had to tell my teacher what my path was. i said that i didn't have a path, but i completely shaded my volleyball coach by saying that she was the reason i was quitting volleyball, not because i have a job. i never liked that bitch.

there are bigger problems than girls calling other girls hoes. calm down. i think there's a fire behind you. you should focus on that instead.

i kinda hate this website but i have a bunch of friends on here so i think that's why i don't leave.

malia goes grocery shopping too much.

my left airpod is broken.

i need new fonts.

i need new songs.

my apple id is disabled and i don't know why, but if i try to enable it again, apple will delete my apple account. currently, i can't update any of my apps and i don't have my apple music anymore. it's a pain.

2020 fucking sucks, bro. i just wanna wake up january first, 2021 and everything will be normal again. 2020 feels like it's jumanji or something and right now, we're on level six. fun fact: i've never watched jumanji 2. was it good?

i'm out of conditioner and my local ulta is still closed so i can't get anymore and i'm having to use this stuff that makes my hair feel like straw or some shit.

malia wants a mural of paul maurice on her wall and i'm not painting it for her.

malia also texts me almost everyday about daddy milk. it's weird.

okay, i think that's it for now. unexplainable pictures from my camera roll time:

a literal .500 season.

mike milbury is going to throw something at me.

this tumbnail is so fucking stupid. i think we all know where stomachs and butts are. god, fuck buzzfeed and everything else.