nfd

friday became saturday which became sunday and now its monday/tuesday

i finally finished my monster research paper and turned it in tonight. mcmurray gave us cupcakes and then we went home. that was the last english class i will take in college. id like to say i feel accomplished but i kind of don't. i think im doing horrible in school. i feel like every single class is just waiting for me to fail. tomorrow is the first half of my japanese final and i think my teacher didn't drop me from the class just so she could fail me. she's racist and she loves chinese people but shes japanese. if i can pull off a 5 minute presentation, a powerpoint and an essay i'll get an A in contemporary art theory. there's also the first half of the six hour pose for life drawing tomorrow. my body is going to explode. this week is far from over.

im making a tribute to the following people who made my research paper possible:
.jon the tutor paid by friendship who always seems to come through for me with last minute revision or guidance on my essays
.steven do who lent me his room to keep myself awake and focused
.josh kim speaking to me through my essay
.all my jappy friends at chaya telling me ganbatte

no one seems to be amused by my_if i was a wma file i'd convert to mp3 so you could play me in your itunes library

nfd
sunday marked six months since natasha felicite dannov passed away. i wasn't able to attend her memorial but not a minute went by i didn't think about her. i still wear your shirt to sleep tash and i still think of you when i sing joan jett and the blackhearts-do you wanna touch. i remember driving your car home for you in the morning after those long nights. i remember painting you something and never giving it to you. i remember telling you how gorgeous you were. i think about you everyday and i remember your story. ive never done what other people do and im not about to let down my friends, save a natasha. everyday in my mind and in my heart, nfd.