i steal your fleece!

Some people love easy A's, but they bore me so much. I have a photography portfolio project for the end of this semester that's exclusively self portraits.

I could just turn in a few of my Facebook albums for that.

I wish Calculus was this easy.

I don't think I can have children. I never have a period anymore.

...Sorry guys.

But is it weird that I'm more happy about it than sad?

Uhh...Where am I supposed to go for Thanksgiving when they close the dorms?

Shit.

I've been commissioned for a unicorn photograph. It's for a little girl's birthday. But how exactly I'm supposed to go about that, I have no idea. I just know that they're offering me $200 and I could really use that for next semester's books. (WHY a biology book costs $100, I'll never know.)

...Anyone in the Seattle area interested in dressing like a unicorn for a "super fun" photo shoot? Male or female, doesn't matter. I'll bring cupcakes or something.

I went downstairs to ask whoever was BLASTING the loud, god-awful music to kindly shut the fuck up and it was coming from the R.A.'s room. I thought they had rules about that kind of shit. I know it's not midterm or finals week, but some of us are still trying to work.

Who am I supposed to complain to about this? The Hall Director is a twat, so that's out.

I can't wait to get out of this place. My stupid foster mother keeps telling me how sad she'll be when I'm gone but she's only known me for three years. I had to promise that I'd write to her just to get her to shut up.

Living on my own and being my own boss is going to be great. I just hope my roommate will leave me alone. The last thing I need is another new person asking me what I'm doing or where I've been.