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I skipped work today. I didn't call my boss or anything. Whoops.
Instead, I stayed home and tried to figure out how to play clarinet. I'm really horrible - I can barely play in the lower register without squeaking and sounding like a fucking tortured little rodent. But yeah. Whatevs.
So in talking to Ray, I've found out that at CVU, there are a mere NINE PEOPLE whom I legitimately like. So that means... out of the entire school's population of about 1,300, I like 9. That's way less than 1%. hahahaha. great.
I have to do a self-portrait for photography. I've already done many a self-portrait, and I need a new idea... all I keep thinking of are things I've already used. I need an idea of a way to take a picture of myself that would reflect some deep, amazing thing about my "past or future". hahahaha. :::cough, cough::: I'd rather just not be in Tim's class anymore, and take pictures I want to take. His awkwardness is ruining my love for photography.
I'm going to sleep. Sorry to be blunt.
Oh yeah, and if you haven't read the HOT ASS poem that abby posted, you need to. If you don't know who abby is, and you want to read the best poem about fucking hot ass EVERYTHING, then comment and I'll give it to you.
Happy fuckin' weekend, everyone.
Instead, I stayed home and tried to figure out how to play clarinet. I'm really horrible - I can barely play in the lower register without squeaking and sounding like a fucking tortured little rodent. But yeah. Whatevs.
So in talking to Ray, I've found out that at CVU, there are a mere NINE PEOPLE whom I legitimately like. So that means... out of the entire school's population of about 1,300, I like 9. That's way less than 1%. hahahaha. great.
I have to do a self-portrait for photography. I've already done many a self-portrait, and I need a new idea... all I keep thinking of are things I've already used. I need an idea of a way to take a picture of myself that would reflect some deep, amazing thing about my "past or future". hahahaha. :::cough, cough::: I'd rather just not be in Tim's class anymore, and take pictures I want to take. His awkwardness is ruining my love for photography.
I'm going to sleep. Sorry to be blunt.
Oh yeah, and if you haven't read the HOT ASS poem that abby posted, you need to. If you don't know who abby is, and you want to read the best poem about fucking hot ass EVERYTHING, then comment and I'll give it to you.
Happy fuckin' weekend, everyone.