otter pop tat

One more week of this and i'll be done with school forever.

On that note... here are some celebratory nudie pics. Well, not really. These are for my DIY class. We all designed tattoos out of typography we gathered and I created these models to indicate where the tattoos would be places on a girl and boy. It's really much more complex than that, but who cares?
Here's the tattoo I created. It would definitely be a tramp stamp.

Onward. Ive been reading a lot. I'm almost done with mah book. I really shouldn't be reading at all. I've no time for it. I should be working on thesis in a panic. But the panic has been dulled by apathy and distraction. (Mom, don't worry, I still care enough).

Boring stuff you won't be interested in:
I have been drinking energy drinks lately. They make me feel strange.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I have dried salt marks on my face. I don't know what that's about. I either cry in my sleep or secrete lots of fluid (gross).
I miss my friends. All I do is work.
I'm too sober. (Once again, Mom. I promise I won't get hammered and fall off any more decks).
I DON'T WANT TO WRITE THESE ESSAYS.


Listenin' to:
Jean Ritchie - Edward
Billy Bragg - The Saturday Boy