My fucking photography teacher is an idiot. He tells the class information that isn't true and shows up at least 15 minutes late everyday. Usually we just mill around and chat to each other while he tries to figure out what he's telling us. Then, last week, the battery in his spot meter died and he had to ask me to use my fucking meter. I agreed, but then he spent the entire class session teaching with my equipment. Bastards.
And to anyone who cares, I succumbed to shyness and never talked to the really hot girl I mentioned in previous entries. I talked to the one with the Jell-O-esque backside and she actually scoffed at the notion of giving me her number.
And to anyone who cares, I succumbed to shyness and never talked to the really hot girl I mentioned in previous entries. I talked to the one with the Jell-O-esque backside and she actually scoffed at the notion of giving me her number.