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I come from the future of awesome to eat your face.

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That is my foot. It is from yesterday, in addition to the other one.

I took a nap in the art school. This is me waking up from said nap, with my awesome eye makeup and my halloween bandana. I'm supah cool. Also with forehead wrinkles. Nyah!

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So, ladies and gents- be scandalized.

This is me in some underpants. I took some other ones for the day, but I've decided that putting something like this will help me feel more comfortable with myself.

I was leaning into the camera, so it gives my shoulders this weird hulk-like thing, but whatever.

Here's to the birthday week.

Birthdays.

I feel like a bit of baby.

I'm turning twenty one on Wednesday. This is the last milestone birthday that I have left. After this birthday, I'll be able to do everything, legally, that has an age requirement. I'm pretty excited about it.

This year, I tried not to be obnoxious about it like I wanted to be. Last year, I was telling everyone that my birthday was coming up for the entire month beforehand. I had a big party, and felt pretty loved and appreciated- but I felt like I was getting on everyone's nerves. I didn't want that to happen this year, so I was chill about pretty much everything. I don't/ didn't have plans to do anything except spend this weekend at Ian's and then go out for dinner and drinks the night of my actual birthday.

I know it's silly and selfish of me to expect other people to plan things for my birthday, but birthdays mean a lot to me. And I was only hoping for my friends to plan something this weekend, because that seems to be how we do birthdays. I have been party to planning out elaborate clues and quests for finding presents, driven out to Atlanta for the Rocky Horror Picture show on someone's birthday, and planned something from nothing when a friend decided to come over that day. So, when we sat around all night playing castle crashers as my best friend had an anxiety attack about how she didn't want to be here because of one of Ian's roommates, and our friend was sulking and not talking after he lost at a card game, I had a bit of breakdown.

Birthdays are and always have been important to me. I don't want or expect anyone to move mountains, but I want to feel loved and appreciated. Sometime, it would be nice if someone would surprise me with something, or make it appear as though they had remembered my birthday before they saw me that day.

I know this will pass, and I'll feel like a jerk for feeling like I do now, but right now I feel pretty crummy.

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Remind me to show you the rest from this shoot.

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There was no air conditioning in the art building.

In that canister are the bitchin' photos that I took, and do not get to use for this assignment.

Bummer.

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It's been an off day.

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I don't like salads. Though I've always known that I really should just buckle down and eat healthier, knuckling down has always been hard for me. So, I'm going to lose fifteen pounds. That sounds like a lot, but I'm really tall, and the weight is pretty oddly distributed. I've started to notice the weight gain in my thighs and in my boobs. Don't get me wrong, I like my boobs, but I don't want to have to buy new bras.

So, I'm going to eat healthier and try and find room in my schedule for working out. I doubt I'll be able to find much time for that, as school is really demanding this semester, but I'll try. If nothing else, I'll do a lot more walking. Like tonight, I'm going downtown to scout locations for my shoot tomorrow. Maybe I'll do a few laps around a block or something.

I just don't like feeling self-conscious. Maybe if I look the way I want to, then I'll feel better about myself. Here's hoping.

The art history exam that I had today was absolutely brutal. It was 10 slide IDs, which weren't all that bad, and then three comparison essays. Three doesn't sound like that many, but when you are given two images that you had never before seen juxtaposed and are being asked to write articulately about them in relation to a specific topic in a very, very short period of time, it gets a little stressful. By the end, my handwriting was super sloppy, my sentences were short and didn't always stick to the topic, and one of my essays was complete garbage.

I hope I didn't fail. But if I did, then there were plenty of other people who failed with me.

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This is my Meowth. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Also, no makeup. Ew. But good morning world, nonetheless. <3

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Project restarted by request. And offer.

Honestly, I need to get back into photo more for myself, so it doesn't become something I only do for a grade anyway, so this is a good excuse.

Unrelated: there was a hobo dumpster diving in our dumpster about thirty feet behind me, so I was very much into grabbing the picture, and getting the fuck back inside.