Why does it take thirty-some-odd years for most men to mature, while most women reach maturity around twenty-five? Is there some sort of note that gets passed around in grade school saying, "Don't grow up! The boogey-man will eat your nose if you do!" or something?
Every day has me waiting rather impatiently for the loan money from school to come in. Waiting for a computer that can handle 3DS Max is starting to torture me. I really need to be working on things when I'm at home, not just while I'm at school.
The pick-up in the guitar decided to come undone this week. I still have no idea how to get it back in place.
It's frustrating to try to tell someone something ... and all you feel is a brick wall.
The costumes for Boskone 49 are as follows: something ren-faire-ish with a hint of fantasy added; a "Lady Jayne," and Jazz, winterized. I need to find some white material to turn into armwarmers and legwarmers.
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