Awright, awright. I keep forgetting that I heal pretty quick, all things considered... Man, I'm so sick of rejection. But as Mike said today (about something totally unrelated to me) "I learned that if the same bad thing keeps happening to you, it hurts less and less each time." Anyway. I kinda had in mind I'd close this for about a week or two, but I'm getting all twitchy without some kind of outlet, even one as half-assed as this. Bah...
So here's my life today. Prof David tells me that if my art project in the works isn't about dykes, he's not going to believe it for a second. But... but... I was going to do it NOT about dykes for the first time in, well, kind of ever. I was all kind of geared up for a non-dyke project for once. But he shut me right down. He basically rolled his eyes and said "Whatever, you big homo. Do the dyke project or I sneer at you." So now I'm all confused.
Checked out a camera from school. But not just any camera.... A HASSELBLAD. OHMYGOD OHMYGOD. No, you don't understand. I can't believe I get to TOUCH one, let alone shoot with it. It's so dreamy... Gonna take it for a little spin tomorrow in the desert with a model. Ohhh mamma, I'm so excited. Saw Doug at Adam's birthday thingie tonight, and he was tormenting me by saying that they've got some used Hasselblads on sale at the camera store where he works. But I'm pretty sure I can't afford one unless it's been run over by a truck first.
Finally stopped taking the birth control pills last week. Just got so damn sick of it all... It's only been a short while but already I can feel such a difference. Holy moses, did I hate those. I haven't hated pills that much since I had to take those malaria-prevention ones in Belize that made me throw up all the time. Though, if I hadn't taken those, I wouldn't have the distinct honor of being able to say that I've vomited on a Mayan temple. Ahhh, good times, good times.
On the topic of Scattergories...
'Jedi Parade' is never an acceptable answer under any circumstances, ever.
So here's my life today. Prof David tells me that if my art project in the works isn't about dykes, he's not going to believe it for a second. But... but... I was going to do it NOT about dykes for the first time in, well, kind of ever. I was all kind of geared up for a non-dyke project for once. But he shut me right down. He basically rolled his eyes and said "Whatever, you big homo. Do the dyke project or I sneer at you." So now I'm all confused.
Checked out a camera from school. But not just any camera.... A HASSELBLAD. OHMYGOD OHMYGOD. No, you don't understand. I can't believe I get to TOUCH one, let alone shoot with it. It's so dreamy... Gonna take it for a little spin tomorrow in the desert with a model. Ohhh mamma, I'm so excited. Saw Doug at Adam's birthday thingie tonight, and he was tormenting me by saying that they've got some used Hasselblads on sale at the camera store where he works. But I'm pretty sure I can't afford one unless it's been run over by a truck first.
Finally stopped taking the birth control pills last week. Just got so damn sick of it all... It's only been a short while but already I can feel such a difference. Holy moses, did I hate those. I haven't hated pills that much since I had to take those malaria-prevention ones in Belize that made me throw up all the time. Though, if I hadn't taken those, I wouldn't have the distinct honor of being able to say that I've vomited on a Mayan temple. Ahhh, good times, good times.
On the topic of Scattergories...
'Jedi Parade' is never an acceptable answer under any circumstances, ever.
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By the way a comment like "whatever you big homo" is unacceptable from a professor. You could complain to the school.
Are you going out to the LGBT event tuesday night at Hamburger mary's?