Weeee Look, I'm Writing Again!
Not at school today, normally this would not concern me or anyone else enough to think about but I did miss a big italian test that I was ready for. I just couldn't keep my eyes open--but don't think I lucked out in getting parents who understand what morning rest is, it just so happens that the new "wonderful" medicine I'm taking has an introductory side effect of "drowsiness". Actually, I am glad I missed school because Mom took me with her to Philadelphia University to go to this thing about the design student's semester in Rome. (Haha, that has to do with "italian" too). I became quite popular right away when the students realized I was a high school student looking into fashion design colleges, like a little pet or something; they all had SOMEthing to tell me. I shouldn't act so embarrassed though, the attention was very flattering and they were all really nice. And their portfolios were so intimidating! Not in what they specifically designed (my collections would be on par with them) or the quantity (though they told me that the teacher in the drawing 3 class was a nazi when it came to the number of separate sketches), but the ammount of what they actually created. And there was little difference between the image and the real thing. I seriously can't wait to go to college and do this shiznit full time.
**Sorry for making you read such a long paragraph**
I'm sitting in the back of mom's class room now; it's basically a computer lab, but in a class room sort of way. It's niiiiice. They're writing a paper on Kuhn after recently reading his book. In front of me is this kid Serge, H O T. Before anyone came in mom and I were joking about selecting one of her really hot students and make him teach me chemistry (because the engineers here are mostly chem buffs too) and now I REALLY wish it were true! And apparently he like Mr. Top,I-kick-everyone-else's-ass,overly intelligent guy. And still all my mind can register is HOT. Rock on.
I'm reading further in the Inferno and is it just me or is Dante a but of a wuss? When "reading between the lines" (god I hate that catch term) one always must look for numbers, and I say that we should start counting the times that he passes out.
I finally thought of a name for this looming headache of mine: screenFICTIONwriting.
Rock
**Sorry for making you read such a long paragraph**
I'm sitting in the back of mom's class room now; it's basically a computer lab, but in a class room sort of way. It's niiiiice. They're writing a paper on Kuhn after recently reading his book. In front of me is this kid Serge, H O T. Before anyone came in mom and I were joking about selecting one of her really hot students and make him teach me chemistry (because the engineers here are mostly chem buffs too) and now I REALLY wish it were true! And apparently he like Mr. Top,I-kick-everyone-else's-ass,overly intelligent guy. And still all my mind can register is HOT. Rock on.
I'm reading further in the Inferno and is it just me or is Dante a but of a wuss? When "reading between the lines" (god I hate that catch term) one always must look for numbers, and I say that we should start counting the times that he passes out.
I finally thought of a name for this looming headache of mine: screenFICTIONwriting.
Rock