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Fuck! Hate being so. So. damn. much. Neither Jerry nor Maury were amusing today.
So what have I been doing? Writer's Craft course? Nope. Not even close (Sorry Jessi I know you want me to, I can't get focused). Studying? Fuck that. Doing actual homework that was supposed to be due today? Nope. Instead I've been texting/IMing Tim all day. It's been quite amusing. Apparently, on Saturday, after or before the improv meeting, he's going to take pics of me so I can be his subject for his art project. Has to draw a succubus, and I ish it. Huzzah! Also other random conversation hath ensued. Whatevs.
Also realized a few things about certain people, and so I have some thinking I have to do tonight. Whatever.
So what have I been doing? Writer's Craft course? Nope. Not even close (Sorry Jessi I know you want me to, I can't get focused). Studying? Fuck that. Doing actual homework that was supposed to be due today? Nope. Instead I've been texting/IMing Tim all day. It's been quite amusing. Apparently, on Saturday, after or before the improv meeting, he's going to take pics of me so I can be his subject for his art project. Has to draw a succubus, and I ish it. Huzzah! Also other random conversation hath ensued. Whatevs.
Also realized a few things about certain people, and so I have some thinking I have to do tonight. Whatever.