Gotta add some pink in here somewhere. I have steadily grown fond of that color, even though I try to say I hate it. I will now tell the world...I LOVE PINK. Don't tell any of the boys that. I don't want them to think I'm too girly. I mean, the girl who slices her finger open on the bandsaw, drills her hand with the press, and sands her thumb to a point likes PINK!?!?! ....Pffft, forget about her.
One of my friends doesn't want to do a "Day Date" for Preference. I want to. Really, really badly, but this girl just doesn't want to and doesn't want me or my other friend to. So too bad, I think. I'll just ask Tony to a movie or something on Friday.
Okay, I need advice. Should I stay in Ceramics, even though I can't stand the teacher, the feel of the clay, or the atmosphere in the class? I walked in the room yesterday and just felt....I dunno. Some sort of "whoosh...uh oh" sort of thing. But the nice thing about the new semester is that my new Seminary teacher is pretty much the bomb dot com. Not quite as bomb-diggety dot com as Brother Johnson, but Brother Burr is close. I mean, the guy is five feet seven inches tall and likes to jump off of 102 foot tall cliffs. He has serious thrill issues.
Got cold hands again. And muchos tareas. ARG!!! I HATE HOMEWORK!!! Who doesn't?
2 comments:
I can't believe that you got hurt so often in Woods.
Can you still transfer classes?
Hey, told you I'm a klutz. The more careful I try to be, the more damage I do. At least I didn't hurt anyone else.
Transfer, yeah. I could. But I decided to stick it out. Today was really fun, actually. We're starting pencil holders. I just don't like the feel of the clay when it starts to dry on my hands. Erg. Steadman is a lot better when he's actually making something.
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