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I have blisters forming on at least two fingures on my right hand, my left wrist is screaming in agonny, and I'm covered in plaster dust. Ahh, the joys of surviving another sculpture class. *wimpers* Don't make me go back Wen. I don't think I'll survive.

bord, bord, bord

Only three of the six people in my graphic design class showed up today. I'm tierd and don't want to be here any more. Its not like we're doing anything. Just designing an ad. Which I finshed about 30 to 40min. Every once in a while I open the file again and shift things around marginally. Just so it apears as though I'm getting something done. I think only one of us is even working any more.

Its cold in the room, my hands are a little/lot cold. I'm not looking forward to having class in here this winter.

Okay back to looking like I'm working...or I could just read my friends page.