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[elsajeni]

Here I am once more. The halfway mark of the workshop has been passed. Fuck. I don't want to leave here, actually, I'm having a fucking great time. (Also I'm saying fuck a lot more than I ordinarily do, which I'm rather enjoying.) The mind-consuming fictional memoir went in my portfolio and got fucking great comments from my classmates. In order, my portfolio pieces ended up being:

- dialogue poem (a poem in 4 voices)
- piece of shit about last weekend
- half-shitty piece about March 2
- piece of shit randomly selected around eleven because I had no more ideas
- fictional memoir

I'm afraid I haven't really got a lot to say. Oh, except Drew (who hopefully will read this), do you mind indirectly being the cause of the death in my fictional memoir? Please reply, thanks muchly.

Oh, all that and I'm in a terrible mood. I am in pain and Advil is the most worthless drug in existence. Rarrg.

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[xenowolf4.livejournal.com]

aww, poor you *pat pat*