03 April 2003 - 2:28 a.m.

Today, Ms. Virginia kindly informed me that I had too much boob for my dress.

Lately, I feel like I have a little too much boob for my life.

Yeah, I gots me a killer rack. I think I'd trade it, though to feel like a 100% student for one day.

I spent nearly a whole day helping to dis writers who hit on eachother. But there is not enough time in a week to discuss one MA class' set of personal gripes against the professionals. At least Jay-See made an effective case for women writers, claiming that they were all cooler than their masculine counterparts because no female writer had ever hit on him, but he was sick of male writers hitting on his friends.

I could plan on at least having that one advantage, only after I noticed a fellow asshole in workshop sporting the Marcello,

I decided I might as well get a head start on my reputation as a lecherous icon, and so I put on my sunglasses, too. Why should boys get all the fun?

Maybe because wearing sunglasses at 9:45 pm is stupid.

I miss Gus.

What I'm wearing: Unnecessarily revealing red gingham dress.

What I'm reading: Jess' alarm clock.

What I'm doing after this: Freaking out about my turn-in until I fall asleep.