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Another weekend at Gina's; another night of _Dracula_; another underwear night at the Barn.
The petty worry of the night: my art homework for tomorrow night's class looks like something that an eleven-year old girl would draw on the cover of her diary. I'm not being modest; I'm very realistic about my "abilities" as a draftswoman, and the work is crap because I hated the assignment. (Three drawings: one flower; two flowers; an arrangement of flowers; use graphite and/or charcoal.)
I know: who cares about a stupid art assignment? It means little not only in the scheme of the universe, my life, my semester average, or even my art grade.

I think I just need SOMETHING to worry about. I think I'm Telly from "Sesame Street". If I don't have something to obsess over, get bored and restless.

On a yellower note, my scrambled egg scarf is finishe! And it is beeeeyooootiful! It's huge, more like a shawl, I probably will have to stagger around under its weight, but I MADE IT MYSELF!!

Thank you, Linn, my knitting guru!

What will I do when Linn goes back to Sweden? I must find some way to get Bono at my beck and call. It's the only way.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:31 AM | shower me with attention