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I've been in such a remarkable good mood, nyag! This week was vastly better than the past couple of weeks~ I think I just mailed off a 3 paged letter to my old trainer talking about nothing, just rambling on about grass and clouds and how are grafitti in the basement from 11 years ago is still there, just happy things. It's almost disgusting!
I love my students, makes me so happy to have them try so hard and be excited to come in and participate! I know I'm not exactly training them to be great artists or pushing them that hard to become the next Rembrandts, but I think that's why they appreciate my class, maybe? Of course, I want them to get better and offer suggestions and tips, but I'm not going to strong arm them when they just want a relaxing class away from explosions and robots and, I dunno, tearing apart small creatures with scalples. I just enjoy seeing them enjoy themselves, I hope that's okay with the higher ups, nyag. But I guess if others can get away with all the previous things I mentioned, I can get away with being a little lax with my students, right?
I love the faculty, they've all been so nice. I get a little disturbed when it seems some of them don't get along, but only because they've all been kind to me and I hate to think at some point I'd have to take sides, nyag... Some days ago Kyle's dorm apparently got hit by a lobster or something, I'm not sure, he didn't seem to want to talk too much about it and I was in my classroom at the time. But, it was fun having someone stay! Like a slumber party. Though we didn't gossip or do anything with our hair. The popcorn was good. I hope your room got fixed up, good, Mister Hyde.
Went out with Blacky on Tuesday, which was nice, we did gossip but didn't do anything with our hair because we were in public. But I enjoy her company, she's a great writer and so smart. I probably seem kinda vapid when with her, hope she didn't think so.
I haven't been hiding in my dorm inbetween these times, I'm very happy to say. Dimentio (that student I mentioned last) time's been taking advantage of my offer and.
Uh.
{Private | Prolly rather hackable but who would care enough to need to hack into her entries? 8D}
He called pretty much every day asking to work in the classroom. I worked beside him for some hours each time, we both started paintings, but mine wasn't really worked on too much . . . because I was too focussed on him. I love hearing him talk, it's nice and calming, he has a smooth voice and a nice way of speaking--I could listen to him for days, I think. He has many stories and I just can't seem to multitask when around him.
Probably because I became attracted to him.
When I realised that it was like panic, despite his real age, despite how much I like him and love to be around him, how "unlonely" I feel when with him, he's still my student. Prolly NOT appropriate.
Didn't stop me from going to the class room with him the next day, though.
Didn't stop me from asking him out yesterday to go elsewhere, or to invite him to my apartment, or to sit too close to him, or to let him kiss me or to let myself kiss him, to let us both keep kissing and holding and feeling great and happy and what's that word they always say "electric" I guess.
He seemed apprehensive at first (wonder why he got scared all of a sudden and had his arms all tucked across his chest like that) . . . but then, the way he smiled as he left. Nyag, I want to see him again right now. :I I could call, I guess, but . . . I'll probably just wind up rolling around on the bed in Skitty form until he calls me. I shouldn't be so nervous.
Though, I DO like rolling around, it's relaxing.
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Oh, also made new layout for my journal when bored and waiting for him to call me the other day! skitty_nyag :3 It's blue. (And yellow and pink and white.)
I love my students, makes me so happy to have them try so hard and be excited to come in and participate! I know I'm not exactly training them to be great artists or pushing them that hard to become the next Rembrandts, but I think that's why they appreciate my class, maybe? Of course, I want them to get better and offer suggestions and tips, but I'm not going to strong arm them when they just want a relaxing class away from explosions and robots and, I dunno, tearing apart small creatures with scalples. I just enjoy seeing them enjoy themselves, I hope that's okay with the higher ups, nyag. But I guess if others can get away with all the previous things I mentioned, I can get away with being a little lax with my students, right?
I love the faculty, they've all been so nice. I get a little disturbed when it seems some of them don't get along, but only because they've all been kind to me and I hate to think at some point I'd have to take sides, nyag... Some days ago Kyle's dorm apparently got hit by a lobster or something, I'm not sure, he didn't seem to want to talk too much about it and I was in my classroom at the time. But, it was fun having someone stay! Like a slumber party. Though we didn't gossip or do anything with our hair. The popcorn was good. I hope your room got fixed up, good, Mister Hyde.
Went out with Blacky on Tuesday, which was nice, we did gossip but didn't do anything with our hair because we were in public. But I enjoy her company, she's a great writer and so smart. I probably seem kinda vapid when with her, hope she didn't think so.
I haven't been hiding in my dorm inbetween these times, I'm very happy to say. Dimentio (that student I mentioned last) time's been taking advantage of my offer and.
Uh.
{Private | Prolly rather hackable but who would care enough to need to hack into her entries? 8D}
He called pretty much every day asking to work in the classroom. I worked beside him for some hours each time, we both started paintings, but mine wasn't really worked on too much . . . because I was too focussed on him. I love hearing him talk, it's nice and calming, he has a smooth voice and a nice way of speaking--I could listen to him for days, I think. He has many stories and I just can't seem to multitask when around him.
Probably because I became attracted to him.
When I realised that it was like panic, despite his real age, despite how much I like him and love to be around him, how "unlonely" I feel when with him, he's still my student. Prolly NOT appropriate.
Didn't stop me from going to the class room with him the next day, though.
Didn't stop me from asking him out yesterday to go elsewhere, or to invite him to my apartment, or to sit too close to him, or to let him kiss me or to let myself kiss him, to let us both keep kissing and holding and feeling great and happy and what's that word they always say "electric" I guess.
He seemed apprehensive at first (wonder why he got scared all of a sudden and had his arms all tucked across his chest like that) . . . but then, the way he smiled as he left. Nyag, I want to see him again right now. :I I could call, I guess, but . . . I'll probably just wind up rolling around on the bed in Skitty form until he calls me. I shouldn't be so nervous.
Though, I DO like rolling around, it's relaxing.
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Oh, also made new layout for my journal when bored and waiting for him to call me the other day! skitty_nyag :3 It's blue. (And yellow and pink and white.)