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FINALLY.
i've been busy past my eyes with everything, seriously, everything. i painted too much, every day afterschool until four or five and learned how to say dirty things in portuguese, which i want to master once my spanish is fluid and i smell like darkroom all the time now, which smells like cat piss and is so gross. two weeks ago bob and i saw andrew bird downtown-- the opening act was horrible and our feet and knees hurt so bad, but it was nice to dance with him to bird and all the lights and then go home all groggy eyed and have a sleepover. those never happen enough anymore.
i'm making my dress again and erasing everything even though clean up should have happened before it started.
it's so cold and so comfortable.
