until the first/only class of the day. I spend it pretending I’m Edgar Allan Poe and writing poetry. That’s okay with me.
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Two hours to spare
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I always dreamed of having Ariel’s hair. The color and swoop of the bangs… |
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I’m cold.
Brrrrr. But I don’t like wearing pants.
I woke up on Thursday around six to catch a bus to central in hopes to get a ticket to go to Obama’s speech. I didn’t know for sure if I would get one because they were only giving out 3000. By the time I got there, the line had wrapped around one city block and a lot of people had camped out since one am, so I had very little hope. But, hey hey, I barely made it into the 3000 mark. I waited for five hours, missed three classes, lost circulation in my toes, and tripped and fell going up the stairs, but I got my golden ticket. Dedicationnnn.
And then later that day, I met Lemony Snicket. What a character! He thinks I’m motivated by guilt. It was truly a dream come true moment.
The next morning, I woke up around five to go to see Obama obama bama bama bama. It was simply surreal.
Last night, I met up with a pal of mine and it was just lovely.
Today, I did some homework and sat around like the laziest person alive. IT WAS GOR8. My friend came over and we made mochas and watched Switched at Birth. My sister’s having a little shindig tonight for her fourteenth. Her friends are funny. And now I am full of pizza and cake as I edit some photographs for tmp. Mmm.
Motivated to draw. Yes.
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