| Current mood: |  curious |
| Current music: | these days fountains of wayne |
::drained groan:
i am barely moving. tiredness. ::blinks blankly at screen::
yeah, eli was all weird to me today, and accusin me of making up my nationality. i was readin "origin of mikhaylova" out loud in clubs and he's all, she totally just made that up when i had to explain the poem's er, origin. blahness. i hate readin stuff out loud. makes you feel naked. which i was acussed for today as well by no other than the kadosh nazi herself. i told ross i wasn't on speakin terms with her, but then mrs. ross got all scary.
day was semi-odd. actually, mostly just plain drole. why is life just one big routine ???!!!! one big awkward routine. decided that pastel is not my thing. in fact, i'm pretty nervous about my grade on it.
i now need to research 2 artists. there's a trip to the brooklyn museum of art on the 17th. whoop. speakin of, if any1 knows anything bout dali or degas, repondez, s'il vous plait?;) merci i guess..
another day another put-up. teacyers over an hour late...
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