RadiateGirl

Dear Pappy: I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert. I think I realized it when I quoted Santa in your apartment and I saw you carve your initials into my best friend. I'm sure you're senile/man enough to understand that I had a sex change. I'm returning your memories from the military to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I never will forget your incarnation as an eskimo. Good luck on your short-term leave from jail, Sarah. --- Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal): I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized i

Greetings. My name is Sarah Ruth Callan, and I'm wearing pants. Right now, I'm not doing what I should be. Right now, I'm singing Still Alive at the top of my lungs over Jonathan Coulton, because I'm just that cool. At the moment, I'm completely swamped by my Fashion Design course at college, to the point of it being totally depressing. I never thought it'd be this much work crammed into such a short time. I knew the work would be hard, but come on! My aspiring dream is to continue through this year and into the next and get a diploma in F.D. From there, I was going to try and get into a Costume diploma, but if not, I was going to rebound

At the moment I'm meant to be working on a billion and one assignments and projects that are due for college. But I'm not doing them. Gah. I have very earnest plans to get [better] photographs of my work and start putting them up, but the digital camera we have isn't all that fantastic, and without tweaking the images on Photoshop, they're not that splendiferous. Sigh. I joined the "Sculpted" guild on Gaia Online, so hopefully that'll kick me in the rump enough to actually start doing works, instead of just planning them and leaving them in a box to feel lonely. I also need to make my D.A. profile purdy..