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barf. i'm supposed to be writing an essay about my hero. i don't have a hero! i have people i admire, people i obsess over because their beautiful or make beautiful things but i really do not have a hero. this assignment should be a no brainer, and yet, it's 8:30 and i have two paragraphs that if materialized, would taste like uncooked cabbage. anyway. i went to the opera today. that was...
actually the best part of today was taking care of my history teacher's baby. i don't know if taking care your teacher's children really excites you, but it excites me. not in a pedophile way. just in the way that...you can make a minuscule effect on the child of the person who is supposed to make an effect on you every day. i dunno i think it's cool. and he's just a really fucking adorable baby. he has kramer hair...nothing on the sides, but a little curly nest right on top. mr. pollard said he's going to take him the bridge school concert. if i weren't so afraid of mr. pollard i know we would be best buds.
my knee hurts a lot which worries me. i really don't like starting dance company rehearsals with a slightly fucked up knee...not good. not good at all.
i really need a job...but haven't even started the process which jessica is practically done with.
dammit, i have no initiative...i'm never going to get into college.
and there's no way in the land of christ i'm going to pass portfolio. fuck.
at least the onslaught of constant concerts is approaching. seriously concerts keep me sane. at least its cheaper than therapy.
actually the best part of today was taking care of my history teacher's baby. i don't know if taking care your teacher's children really excites you, but it excites me. not in a pedophile way. just in the way that...you can make a minuscule effect on the child of the person who is supposed to make an effect on you every day. i dunno i think it's cool. and he's just a really fucking adorable baby. he has kramer hair...nothing on the sides, but a little curly nest right on top. mr. pollard said he's going to take him the bridge school concert. if i weren't so afraid of mr. pollard i know we would be best buds.
my knee hurts a lot which worries me. i really don't like starting dance company rehearsals with a slightly fucked up knee...not good. not good at all.
i really need a job...but haven't even started the process which jessica is practically done with.
dammit, i have no initiative...i'm never going to get into college.
and there's no way in the land of christ i'm going to pass portfolio. fuck.
at least the onslaught of constant concerts is approaching. seriously concerts keep me sane. at least its cheaper than therapy.