Well paint my lips and call me a bitch, Blogger's been eating all my posts. Things have been very nuts the past few days. Tomorrow I have a slide-ID quiz in Art History and a huge project due in 3D Comp that I'll have to go in early to finish. Today I broke my discman AND lost my choker, the one I've worn every day since my dad got it for me in Bora Bora which you can see in this picture. (Oh jesus I love having my own server. I love it. I LOVE it. http://lerve.com. Go see it and love it too.) Back to why I am upset-- well, it must have fallen off as I was walking home and it simply infuriates me that I could be so blind as to not notice. It makes me furious to think that someone else will find it and wear it. They don't know what it means at all. It means nothing to them. It makes me furious to think someone will find it and throw it away. It makes me furious to think it will slip into a gutter and be rendered garbage. ....If you can't tell, I have a real bad problem losing things. On the small good side, though, I wore the necklace that my friend Manna gave me and several people noticed and liked it. I also didn't have Drawing and in its stead went downtown to buy art supplies and also picked up a used Tim O'Brien book since we've been studying him in English and he's really cool. Wow, this is a long post. Well, the weekend's almost here, and Mom's coming to visit. I guess I'll be able to relax soon. .............And by god, if I ever see someone wearing my lost choker you can be sure I'll tear it from his neck.