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i want friday to be here now.
i hate mr. molfino.
i hate art.
i hate hearing the words "direct light-source"
i hate light bulbs.
i hate drawing boards.
i hate charcoal.
i hate paper towels.
i hate erasers.
and i generally hate everything else that reminds me of art.
i have to much shit to do and i really dont feel like sitting in front of the mirror tonight and drawing myself over and over again.
a great weekend has, again, been crushed by the foot of river hill high school.
oh and i hate these next two days already. they are the only things standing between me and my best friend.
fuck you, wednsday and thursday.
friday, bring me michelle.
i hate mr. molfino.
i hate art.
i hate hearing the words "direct light-source"
i hate light bulbs.
i hate drawing boards.
i hate charcoal.
i hate paper towels.
i hate erasers.
and i generally hate everything else that reminds me of art.
i have to much shit to do and i really dont feel like sitting in front of the mirror tonight and drawing myself over and over again.
a great weekend has, again, been crushed by the foot of river hill high school.
oh and i hate these next two days already. they are the only things standing between me and my best friend.
fuck you, wednsday and thursday.
friday, bring me michelle.