As I sit here waiting for someone with the darkroom code, I reflect.
This semester has pretty much been a hellish experience to say the least. Never again will I make the mistake of taking 4 studio art classes at once... However, I've met scads of interesting new people in the process, so not all is lost.
I feel older each day... New body parts hurt that have never hurt before, I feel the need to go to bed at 10pm, and my handgun obsession is growing. Where are the days of dying to stay out until my 1am curfew? I guess I only wanted out of the house because others were in the house. That "problem" has vanquished itself to Colorado, heh.
Women will always confuse me. I give up. I guess I'm destined to live the single life till I'm old as Todd... Of course, he's getting married next week which either proves the end of the world is near or that there's still hope for humanity... You be the judge. Damn you, friend zone... Damn you.
Observation: Chicken pox suck... especially when you're 20. That was a fun experience...
Screw it... surely someone's down in the darkroom. I have prints to keep... and many miles to go before I sleep.
fin.
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