I'm becoming obsessed with live journal again.
I had a very good Wednesday this week.
I bought a belt the day before so I didn't have to hold my pants up like a long, flowy wedding gown when I ran up and down the subway stairs.
I had a powerful black man as our figure drawing model. He had a nose ring, and he was a nice break from the saggy, talkative Anne we always have to draw.
I met the boy that lives in the apartment next to mine. He goes to my school and now it's less awkward that our bedroom windows face eachother. I plan on randomly taping little notes to the window for him. His name is Jessie. What a friendly name.
I finally took a picture of my landlord for my book. After waiting over a week for him to call me back, I had lost hope. But he was in his office Wednesday night when I was walking back from the subway with Jackie and Jessie, and he happily posed for the picture. I said, "Sorry if this is weird". He replied, "Just make me look good".
Ohhh Carl, you could never not look good.
I bought a belt the day before so I didn't have to hold my pants up like a long, flowy wedding gown when I ran up and down the subway stairs.
I had a powerful black man as our figure drawing model. He had a nose ring, and he was a nice break from the saggy, talkative Anne we always have to draw.
I met the boy that lives in the apartment next to mine. He goes to my school and now it's less awkward that our bedroom windows face eachother. I plan on randomly taping little notes to the window for him. His name is Jessie. What a friendly name.
I finally took a picture of my landlord for my book. After waiting over a week for him to call me back, I had lost hope. But he was in his office Wednesday night when I was walking back from the subway with Jackie and Jessie, and he happily posed for the picture. I said, "Sorry if this is weird". He replied, "Just make me look good".
Ohhh Carl, you could never not look good.