I can't tell you how good it feels to type at a key board. My thumbs, as nimble as they may be, just aren't the best for typing.
Still no internet in my apartment but I'm working on it. I'm currently spending my 1 hour break doing homework... or facebook... in the school's computer lab. I can't go looking at strange youtube videos with everyone around to judge me, but it'll do.
Let's see... to sum up my life right now: I've been dreaming f*ked up dreams, working out to the point where it hurts to walk, READING!?, helping out the IT department of a global empire (seriously), scooping poop (still gotta make money), getting harrassed by trannies, and planning my future (including travel plans that I can't afford).
I just have to say that art students are freaks, and I'm so glad to be getting away from art school. I say that with love, of course. Yesterday some skinny kid was walking down the sidewalk breathing into a digeridoo that he clearly did not know how to play. Digeridoo sans circular breathing is just brain-meltingly irritating. Walking down the sidewalk giving people the peace sign and thinking you're the shit is no way to make friends. Where do these people come from?
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