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.

I don’t know why I found this hilarious. I’m plaster casting the VHS for sculpture tomorrow and have been watching waaaay too much Community because I stood in Vinnies chuckling with my friend over the pottery scene that they emulate in the beginner pottery episode and Jeff sings that evil song… and has anyone ever plaster casted before? I would’ve brought some condoms but they’re made for using. Ramblicious.