Um, I left the library and went over to the Drift Office–a Kerf behemoth had seated itself on the couch reading, so I did not enter. I ended up getting my stuff and moving into the student lounge, where I drifted off to sleep (notwithstanding the coffee lady’s kids squeaking and screeching like howler monkeys with rabies). I woke up and looked at the clock, and it was 5:15. I was all “Gosh, Jordan should be here.” I looked out the window, and there he was. Creepdified. But it was cool. We went over to the bench across from the Drift Office, but we got cold so we went into Jordan’s car for a while. I realized I was a bit late for class, so I left. Jordan has seemed a bit distant lately. Well, I suppose so have I. It’s just that we have like no time during the week to hang out. Sad. Well, our photography teacher taught us how to make negative prints, it was pretty cool. I made some enlargements (one that I’m proud of) and then I developed film for the first time, and it came out great. I was so surprised. I was expecting some overexposed or underexposed mess. But one of the two rolls didn’t come out, it didn’t catch into the sprocket and was just blank. That really pissed me off, but I didn’t care so much because the roll that did come out had some great pictures on it, I can’t wait to enlarge them Thursday. Well, after I finished developing my film it was like almost nine so I couldn’t make any more enlargements :( but I did talk to that one girl–the Wyoming girl. It turns out her name is Amy, which is cool. I also talked to the cool photography girl and her ex-boyfriend guy. The ex-boyfriend guy is like–a hippie raver. He has the big raver pants but they’re made of natural stuff instead of the kevlar looking raver stuff. And he has great earrings and long hair. He’s really cute, he has a goatee. He kept touching me too, which I had to pretend was weird. At one point the photography girl was all “He’s obsessed with you.” I really want to take a picture of him. So damn cute. Perhaps I’ll steal one of the photography girl’s prints. She has this great sense of style, I really like her. She’s going to bring me a tape or something of some music I might like. She’s very artistic, so is he. I really am developing a distaste for that really obese lady that always hangs out in the coffee shop. I mean, she’s nice and all and I’ve had some great conversations with her, but she is becoming a pretentious artist. She keeps harping on “it’s [capital-A] Art” and “I’m an artist, I don’t see things like you do.” Gag me. Her prints were mediocre at best. Sure, they were in focus and had a wide range of midtones, something that Diane looks for, but they were of really lame subjects–her mom, one of her friends. I mean, god. Lame. But I made this print of this really creepy stump thing I saw camping last year and it looked SO great I made another one to send to my mom. I’m going to send her a bunch of prints, I bought a big padded envelope becuase I had to send her some other stuff, but I’m going to wait to send it because I want to send her some prints and I haven’t had a whole period to do enlargements. I can’t wait to enlarge the roll I developed yesterday–I could tell by looking at the exposures that it had some amazing shots on it. Well, amazing to me. I don’t brag about my pictures. If I’m proud of something, I’ll show people, but I like pretty much everything I develop. If I over/underexpose it, it just turns into abstract art, it’s just very fun for me. But I don’t go around being an art charlatan like these fools. Diane (my photography teacher) was talking to me while she was helping me develop my film, about how Crescent City sucks and about how people freaked out when she did an exhibit for the school. People came up and told her she needed psychiatric help and such–I was amazed, but not really surprised. Crescent City is lame. She asked where I got my pants, and was saying how she would like to dress more risque, but she might get fired if people don’t like her. It’s sad. She was saying she grew up in New York–I thought that was really cool. I mentioned that I was happy, finding Camus’ The Plague in the library, and she immediately recognized the title. She’s an intellectual, it’s obvious. I think we’ll get along well. I need to get more 400 film though, I think I only have one roll left. I need to come up with some money–my gums are receding–they don’t bleed any more but they’re lower than they’ve ever been. Would a cleaning help? I have no fucking clue. And I can’t find that $500 check I thought I had. Maybe it’s gone. Maybe my dad stole it and cashed it. It wouldn’t surprise me. Well, after photography Jordan dropped me off. I really wanted to cuddle with him for a few hours, but it would have been impossible. I don’t want to jinx myself, but I’m starting to really like my hair. I can’t wait until it gets longer. But I’m going to have to do something with my bangs–Molly and I are sharing the plight of bangs in our eyes. She’s getting to the point where she wants to cut them, but I haven’t reached that point yet. They’re not in my face when they’re dry. Once they get to that point, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Perhaps I’ll–well, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I got to sleep around twelve, I wanted to read The Plague for an hour or so but I just didn’t have time. I needed to sleep. I only got like six hours, for the second night. Well, actually the night before I got four hours. Today is the shittiest day ever, it’s raining like fucking crazy, but there was only lightning once. Fucking pathetic. Well, my typing fingers are starting to hurt, and I slammed one of my fingers in the door of the photo lab, so I think I’m going to go take a nap. I think I’ll put my book by me so if one of the Kerf people comes in later today I’ll pretend I fell asleep reading.
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