so now i'm completely changing the promo book for the uh... 3rd time in the past... i don't know... half an hour. yes i am going crazy, shut up. and chiyo's making fun of me sort of. it started from the navajos in general, following the paper name, to some recipe book, to a book of smoothies (besides it already being done), then to a bunch of ( Read more... )

time to go home. there's no point in being here right now ( Read more... )

somehow i managed to lose my contact while walking to class. don't know how... it wasn't that windy. but. at least it was the left eye, which happens to be farsighted (yes my eyes are almost complete opposites... if you didn't already know that)... so i'm not blind... i'm just slightly seeing double and i have a slight headache. but now i have to ( Read more... )

where's freckles?! you're turning into freckles. you stole 2 pieces of chicken. freckles freckles freckles.

what?! are you going to go look for freckles?!

GASP you said the f word.

the end.

right. i brought clay home so i could go obsessive over little itty bitty chairs/people. and ok, so i'm odd and didn't connect the chairs as one long strip because i completely forgot that minor detail (so maybe the first row will be the only row whose chairs don't connect...), i might take them apart or take them off and stick them on the sides. i ( Read more... )

i think i'm going to be sick.

why?! i don't know. i need to go home. like. right now.

it is thursday. gasp ( Read more... )

ok. does no one EVER call or bother to come over anymore?! GAH! so she didn't take her medicine this morning and she has YET to take her night pills.. and i'm WAY too lazy to get up and go get her because i know she's awake seeing i just heard her try to spy on me. i... am... sick... of freaking babysitting!!!!!!! screw the portfolio. i'll just ( Read more... )

i have SO much portfolio type stuff to do before tomorrow. but first. i am to nap.

why am i still here?! i got back an hourish ago.

d00d... don't question my zoned out brain. who cares if i wrote 2 different dates on 2 papers at one point of time, why the hell does it matter to you?!

time to get out of here.

my wrist hurts from pounding clay. and my ankle hurts for no reason whatsoever.

blah.