in other news i had an alright day, i didn't see any of my usual "hello hey hi" people in the halls (there are six that i usually see and not one today!) the ones i don't see in classes. i drew a big feather like the one ingrid schram drew in her selby shoot in my history notes (sorry Ming and Qing and porcelain and Taoism) during class and i kept drawing my hands in some other notebook in english between redfaced rants about animals and textiles and odd numbers. oh and Life of Pi...?!
also my nose feels strange but i can't rub it well enough cause i've got brothersport lyrics written on the backs of my hands, which i also did in english. we pretty much only sit there anyway.
P.S. i'm re-reading Lolita