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I feel ill.
Today I handed in my art project and the teacher was overly joyous about how well it turned out. He even resorted to accusing me of having someone else do it at home. So I guess, that's an insult. I'm a bad artist and couldn't possibly do anything that is the same level as Corey? Damn him.
And I actually got invited somewhereeeeeee on Friday, but no.. I must "do God's work". But now, as I have just received news of, I'm doing something with Melissa after work. Yay. Sorry Liz.
Then I have a working day /slash/ potential mother-daughter bonding day on Saturday, and then Pam's Superbowl party on Sunday. I love having a semi-packed weekend.
Today I handed in my art project and the teacher was overly joyous about how well it turned out. He even resorted to accusing me of having someone else do it at home. So I guess, that's an insult. I'm a bad artist and couldn't possibly do anything that is the same level as Corey? Damn him.
And I actually got invited somewhereeeeeee on Friday, but no.. I must "do God's work". But now, as I have just received news of, I'm doing something with Melissa after work. Yay. Sorry Liz.
Then I have a working day /slash/ potential mother-daughter bonding day on Saturday, and then Pam's Superbowl party on Sunday. I love having a semi-packed weekend.