Long time no speak. Ish…. not really.
I have this art assignment to capture a social issue and I sort of chose[/had it choose me] the pressure put on women to be beautiful and thin and crap.
and let me tell you. NO ONE GIVES THEIR CHILDREN BARBIES ANYMORE. f*cking a! I can’t find one anywhere because all our old ones are at dads house and I’m not driving down to redwood city for a plastic doll that I need for ten minutes tops.
anyways. I’ve got the hots for this sophomore which is creepy because I’m a senior, and blahblah and everyone wants me to ask him to prom. But it’s mostly because I’ve fangirled over him for like. two weeks straight, and the other day he came up to me (and company), asked me where someone was, and then declared that Mrs Wixsom (crazy art teacher who makes me want to stab myself or someone else) makes him want to shit walruses.
oh, it is love
anyways. I need to ask him and it’s going to drive me insane because that’s not really my thing and he thinks (correctly, that) I’m crazy.