8:00: We learn about Coronary Heart Disease today, which basically means I get to look at pictures of corroded arteries and blood clots, and listen to an analogy about how CHD is like a pimple and the plaque on the artery is like the puss of the pimple. I literally am about to vomit considering I JUST ate breakfast. Bagel with cream cheese, which, at 8AM, looks a lot like puss.
8:45: I am now scared for my life. Van Doren keeps telling our class that we're already on the road to a heart attack, and one at a young age. There's nothing we can do. 50% of first heart attacks are fatal. FUCK YOU, LADY.
9:20: I go to the gym and throw the treadmill on 7.5 incline and walk briskly for a while. Surprisingly, walking fast uphill feels like it does a hell of a lot more than running on a flat surface... I might do this more often.
9:40: Gettin' my swell on with the free weights, ughhhhhhhh.
9:50: Doing ab work-outs is still sort of difficult, because I can only do about 1/2 of the work-outs I usually do until my belly button is a little more healed. I'll just have to eat a little healthier until then... fuck.
10:00: I "enjoy" my slim fast meal bar and fuck around on the internet until Photography class.
10:50: I arrive a little early so I can catch Jim on the way out to get the book, but of course he's nowhere to be found.
11:00: The "midterm," or quiz, is cake compared to the last one. Thank God for common sense.
11:30: We head into this secret photography conference room to discuss portraits and self-portraits. I already have six distinct images in my mind:
- Paige: (1) Lying on the grass on the West Lawn, hair twisted into separate designs. It's long and blonde and will look good against the green. What's visible of her in the photo will be bare, so I guess she'll have to wear a tube top. (2) Lying on her bed, book open in front of her. Light streaming through the window as she rests her head on her chin and looks contemplatively outside.
- Harry: The tennis courts have chain-link fence, so I want him to grasp the chain-link fence, with the fence between him and I, the camera only sharply focused on his hand and the fence, with the rest of him out of focus in the background. Could be cool in black and white.
- Guillermo: He has a very simple yet interesting front porch, and he is always always out there smoking a cigarette, so I want to just capture him in his element.
- Myself: (1) Harsh light from above (or maybe below) so there are severe shadows on my face. Head-shot only. Photoshop stitches onto my lips to make it look like they're sewn shut. (2) Facing away from the camera, light streaming in from a window and hitting my back, naked, the shot being from the hips and up. Hands mock-putting up my hair, revealing my tattoo and giving my body a nice figure.
12:30: Sit outside and talk to Momma Bliss. There's blow-up shit everywhere, like a bouncy castle, a velcro wall, an obstacle course and a slide. My first question is "What the fuck is all of this for? It's a Tuesday. Nothing is important about this day except that it's Tuesday." My second question is "Have I been tricked? Did I apply to a large daycare? Am I even getting a college education right now? Shit."
1:00: Go to the Admissions office to do my final hour of community service for February. I made copies and stuffed folders for Campus Visit Day. Enthralling, let me tell you.
2:00: It's beach-weather outside, but of course with my lack of car, I can do nothing about that. Good thing we have our bitchin' porch set up. I sat outside and read/did homework with Paige until four, when I had to go get the camera equipment from the Communications Building to (finally) finish our filming for our Media class' field project.
4:15: Sean picks up Lili and I so we don't have to walk the equipment all the way to Ms. Deborah's.
4:30: Everyone is there and in a great mood. We are pleased with this.
4:40: We interview Molly, Sailor Cher's daughter. She is very pretty and explains how she is her mother's boss, and also her sister's boss. I am shocked, I just thought she was the little receptionist girl. This is great footage.
4:45: We ask Molly to find someone else that might like to speak quickly about Sailor Cher. MS. DEBORAH HERSELF WALKS IN. She literally lives in Alaska and is NEVER in the shop. This is gold. I am so excited. She is 65-70, has a sick neck tattoo and is so obviously stoned. I want to be her friend so badly.
5:00: We are done with our filming! Painless! Now I will go home to log the footage so Wysocki doesn't shit on us in class tomorrow for not being organized.
5:30: I'm logging the footage on my porch and halfway through the material I realize I am about to watch my own belly button piercing, IT WAS SO WEIRD. HOLY.
7:10: I am still on the porch, doing other homework. Harry comes by to get a little bit of help with his accounting and sit with Paige and I out front.
7:45: Harry, like the English gentleman that he is, walks me to Phi Alpha. All of the girls in my sorority see this and giggle like five year olds. I blush a little bit.
8:30: The meeting is quick and I walk home.
10:00: Ally and I try to go to Hattie's, but the bouncer was being strict with the people in front of us so we get nervous and leave. Looks like Thursday is my only night out. Probably better.
11:30: Goodnight!
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