Today I sat down next to my friend of one day (I forgot her name) and in the seat before us was an Asian, while on the seat's back was a whole extension of blonde hair. Very distressed, we told him about the weave, and he turned, picked it up and waived it around and said "well this is not mine!" and put it back where it was, it's empty stringy face taunting me and causing me a lot of discomfort for the next hour.

Also does ANYONE have pictures of Beyonce's baby.

For those ladies who love to rock:

Practice this morning was great because at last I could compete with girls who hadn't touched a ball in three months. LJ said she didn't feel well then proceeded to barf all the way to the sideline. Luckily it was pretty diluted so we could keep playing on top of it. Art 2-d seems promising, mostly because there's a lady who walks like General Grievous in there, and the professor is a nice English lady who has a laugh like Beavis and Butthead. My math teacher said "hello my name is Radhika. Radhika. Radhika Gupta. You can call me Radhika." and that was all I could understand for the rest of the time.

And now to make 100 paper swans!

In art history we learn how to compare things.

It's easy to tell when something's taken a lot of time to do. That's the lesson I've learned from my
useless major and I'm still sloppy. I rush too much and that's why I've fnished one book in the past two years and haven't worn real pants in three (just kidding that's because of my calves). One time I watched the whole season of Walking Dead in two days.

I have this habit of writing things down on post-it notes so I can think about them later. DON'T DO THAT. Those papers get lost easily, and ideas shouldn't wait.

All my rushing around has done nothing but cause me to miss everything, and also has given me a horrible memory (I forgot mouthwash and took Spencer's pants?). My best memories have come from hiding in the bathroom stall before soccer practice and girls coming in and shamelessly blowing out the plumbing. I should spend all my time in that place. That toilet offered me so much, because I never thought of time or other things, mostly because I was too busy trying not to have a nervous breakdown. For Christmas I painted a bunch of these temples like a typical mormon artsy fartsy, and my aunt asked for a few. I did hers in maybe 10 minutes each and they looked awful but I sent them home anyway. Then I remembered my reputation, and took a little more time to try and make it look like a neater five-year-old effort.

Sorry I ever thought of giving you those pictures aunty.

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I've now read one more book than I did last year. It's called The Summer Book by Tove Jansson, who I just found out is 10 years dead, which is too bad because I never got to hear her speak Finnish.
At first I thought she (especially her moomin series) would be as gay as the movie Ms. Potter because I enjoy things like The Fighter, or Immortals. Not really that movie is awful.  The Summer Book is a perfect relationship in a perfect place. It has no story except for the summer and the ocean. The dad is a hero.

Hopefully I'll read more and not become brain dead, and also show some of my magnificent drawings.

Also trying to get hooked on Blondie and make fashion statements with my tights.

I just want to give a shout out to Natalie, cause she can burp so well.