Charcoal is messy. My father loves my weirdest high school art work.
Oh lordy. So many auditions between now and 10am Wednesday morning. My heart is in my mouth. I am terrified.
Take a deep breath.
Take that 3300 art class. Turn in those drawings. Because we are the well-rounded journalist. Turn on the charm. Show off the portfolio.
Oh god.
I'm nauseous.
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On the plus side, starting at 11am on Wednesday, the Spring Break fun will start. So there's that.
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Weirdest thing ever. (If you love me, you'll read Sophie's World) Seriously. Seeing friends of friends list Sophie's World as a favorite book. It's like a I-was-there thing. Really, only Mr. Tanpants and Ms. Subjective will get this. But, I feel Paul-ish. Ni dong ma?