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I've stayed up way longer than is good for me and I wish that there were people who could make me go to bed when I need to but there aren't anymore because now I'm grownup and I have to make myself go to bed except I don't.

And that's what I don't like about being a grownup.

Last drawing class was tonight. It was bittersweet because we all had so much fun over the semester, and the girl who loves every single thing I draw hugged me goodbye, and I drew a magnificent ass that drew much praise, and another lady drew the model's face and everyone said the face looked like mine, which was very flattering because the model was very pretty, and at the end I thanked the teacher and told him I got a lot out of the class and he said that I gave a lot, too, and I did very well and I should be proud.

My dad scowled when I showed him the ass I drew. I think he's jealous because he can't draw an ass that good. At the end when we all tacked our drawings up, everyone had ended up drawing the ass, because it was so magnificent.

Please, make me go to bed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:11 AM | shower me with attention