fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

School is horrible.
School is horrible.
School is horrible.

The workload overload. I have fundamental visual studies on mondays. I see this as potentially draining for me cause i'll still have to do 3Dmodels which im not good at at all. I came late on tuesday morning but practically melted when i came to class. The teacher is GORGEOUS. His red lips. His tanned skin. I was staring at his lips the whole time he talked. I cant remember anything now. Flawless model worthy face. But get this, he's gay. BUMMER! Typography class later part of the day. Shes pretty sarcastic. Its funny if youre not the person she intends to be sarcastic to. Advertising was a huge letdown but i enjoyed certain parts of it. History of viual arts is gonna be draining. I dont need to know more about Baroque period or the difference between Monet and Manet.

My class is... just... different. I was the only one from L. No other VCers from my class. No familar faces like Marc and Tanat.B. Thank god for Rebecca though, she is pretty nice. I cant get along with most of the other kids, too competitive. No druggie Clare who is in fine arts. With her lung infection and being unable to smoke for three weeks, she looks healthy, at least, healthier than usual. No more James and his 400 bucks jeans. No Zin and her big butt.

Open house on either the 30 or 31 to second feb. They had Joaqim's face on the posters. Cheap publicity.
Okay bye now.

I'm through with doubt6:02 AM