THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.

but before that
today was the first day of the new quarter at school
yeemp, 2.5 weeks off between the hysteria..
but trustfully i was glad to have something to get up and do this morning..
with Yves out here on his Grizzly
i feel worthless laying around or shopping all day
so in i hurl myself… Today i had Apparel Process I,
the prerequisite for Apparel Process II
as one might guess
But this class is a 6 hour one worth only 3 credits..
thats twice the time for half the credit.. hmmm
theres Mr. O’Connor.. hes soo cute..
an old british man whos worked ALL over the world
most european countries, japan, africa, here,
i wish i could remember all the places he listed..
but anyways he has eye brows like David Hemmings & types up all his hand outs using british vernacular.. priceless
i spent most of the day giggling at him scurry around the class room muttering cute nuances.. 
the view is great & the curriculum seems interesting enough
well be pattern making and sewing garments, learning all the different stitch types and how to do them, construction of course and how to use all the lil weird gadgets found in a design studio.. today i learning how to thread and use an industrial sewing machine, its a LOT more complicated then u might think… ill leave it at that…