wednesday's are big for me.
class from eight to noon,
work from one to four-thirty,
and class from five to seven-thirty.
i hate how war paint and perfume
fade during the day and aren't constantly fresh.
granted, i am riding my bike everywhere,
i'd rather not look like a haggard hobo by five o'clock.
i keep telling myself it's just this heat
and it'll be better once fall has settled.
i really hope i'm right.
my evening class yesterday was photojournalism.
my current feelings toward the class are:
+i want to go to there
that was an excited scream, i promise.
i'm crossing my fingers that my mom's camera
will be good enough to use.
i'd rather not have to check out the crapcams
from the newsroom.
i just looked at a few picture takers online.
?!?!?!what the what?!?!?!
those things are pricey!
it's times like these
i wish i hadn't chopped down that money tree during my
"let's chop down trees for fun just like georgie" phase.
is it me,
or does homeboy look like a man baby in this picture?