Some lesbians...
... dress so cute! I saw a few at Outfest that do the whole tank top- baggy jeans- boxer thing, and it looked super cute on them. So, sometimes I think I'll dress like a lesbian.
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Mike got the graphic design job. I'm happy for him.
Recently I've felt weird about our relationship.
I haven't any idea why he would want to be with me.
Most people in my (and what used to be his) illustration department don't know about us, and that's fine by me because then they treat me the way they would normally. The people who've found out have this newfound admiration and friendliness to me when before they would've just been like "oh, it's just what's her name".
Everyone loves him, and thinks he's the shit (and he is) and I'm so afraid to hear what teachers we've both had would think of this.
There is no great love and respect among them for me.
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I'd like to change that.
Still trying to pinpoint a style.
I love art nouveau so I'm still trying to channel that.
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I decided I don't want to look pretty for a while.
I'm tired of people who use this as their basis for being fond of me.
It came to my attention how upsetting this is when I showed Vince the self-portrait assignment I am doing, which features me bald and he basically said he didn't like it because it wasn't pretty, He turned it around twice when I wasn't paying attention so he wouldn't have to look at ugly me. I was so angry.
That day I had been sitting in the park, and a forty-year old guy circled my bench for a while and I ignored him. The college student on the bench next to mine felt it necessary to come over to mine and try to chat twice. I waited politely for Mike to show up and left angry, all I wanted was to sit and enjoy the nice weather and draw and watch birds and children and dogs there.
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Mike got the graphic design job. I'm happy for him.
Recently I've felt weird about our relationship.
I haven't any idea why he would want to be with me.
Most people in my (and what used to be his) illustration department don't know about us, and that's fine by me because then they treat me the way they would normally. The people who've found out have this newfound admiration and friendliness to me when before they would've just been like "oh, it's just what's her name".
Everyone loves him, and thinks he's the shit (and he is) and I'm so afraid to hear what teachers we've both had would think of this.
There is no great love and respect among them for me.
..............................................................
I'd like to change that.
Still trying to pinpoint a style.
I love art nouveau so I'm still trying to channel that.
..........................................................
I decided I don't want to look pretty for a while.
I'm tired of people who use this as their basis for being fond of me.
It came to my attention how upsetting this is when I showed Vince the self-portrait assignment I am doing, which features me bald and he basically said he didn't like it because it wasn't pretty, He turned it around twice when I wasn't paying attention so he wouldn't have to look at ugly me. I was so angry.
That day I had been sitting in the park, and a forty-year old guy circled my bench for a while and I ignored him. The college student on the bench next to mine felt it necessary to come over to mine and try to chat twice. I waited politely for Mike to show up and left angry, all I wanted was to sit and enjoy the nice weather and draw and watch birds and children and dogs there.