tonystheme

Ugh, I am so bad with names, it's really retarded. It I was good with numbers, I would be a great physicist, if I was good with connections, I would be a corrupt politician, if I was good with names, I would be a the lead promoter, but I'm not, so here I am, a silly art student. I'll figure out Mr. X tomorrow and report, and we can compare notes.

Chuck is a good guy, and I actually have his class in.. gah, 6 hours. I thought I had his class yesterday, but I actually had a different class,. We all went to the park and drew in the shade as we made up poses for our model - to make him reinact classical greek myths, Narcissis, Dionysis, and the guy that had to push the boulder up the hill, only to have it roll back down, down, down. Not a bad way to pass the time.

Ok,

My stab at ending the pronoun game and naming mr x is: Bryan. If it isn't him, he definetely knows your semi-main man After you get back from your trip, let me know if and what, I win

In other news, my right arm is down to almost regular proportions, it just has a bruise the size of, well, the size of my arm. I have to say, it takes a lot to give me a bruise. I don't feel any sharp, stabbing pains, so I'm going to call off the idea that it's cracked or fractured, but my knuckles are still in gritting, keep-me-awake-all-night state. Maybe it's just that damn Mac puck mouse I'm using...