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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

no, not you.
i'm going to be vague like that, you can torture yourself all you want.
fool

finally, the com has given up on its stubborn ways. i couldn't resist the temptation to blog.
for the entire afternoon, the com has been pretty much a bastard, abandoning me in my greatest time of need. just now, it shut down on me before i could get my artist's statement and artist influence printed. bastard.

i have to be awake in four hours, and once again, i am denying myself the much needed respite that sleep provides.
art students must all be masochistic freaks.
but look on the brighter side!
tomorrow, there shall be a great burden lifted off my chest, an extra bounce in my step....
if i survive today, that is. -.-
oh dear God, please be with me, in me.

15 days to (temporary)freedom! there are countless things i want to buy. Aston's :) pool! books. i need fundsssss

she's not here @

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