Some stuff I bought for sculpture today. Only ended up using a CD case and the weird strainer thing and my stuff broke and died. I don’t even know why I bother. 

I also chatted to a guy about tea who grabbed a juicebox out of the bin to look at it for some reason and had a greasy creeper stare and wave at me.

But it gets better because this morning I puked up blood and yesterday I puked on Kymon’s chest. He’s now mad at me because I wanted to hang out tomorrow. Such is life with a guy who gets nervous every time each month passes, even though it’s with me and not a girl with mouth aids and a vagina so loose its sunken to the ground and the fact that his sister is due in a week and he hates children. And I don’t even care that he doesn’t like it when I talk about him. Who even reads this blog? *cricket noises* 

P. S. I think this guy in my class got a tattoo carved into his skin. Yep.