Well, I made my first print of college today. It's a picture of this guy from Makanda, a metal sculpture artist. I'll upload it later. Apparently he's got three pieces of The Pentagon that he's supposed to have worked into some kind of significant art by Friday. His website is davedardis.com. I bought this gorgeous bracelet from his shop, it's a little golden naked person climbing a copper rope that's around my wrist. My roommate Maggie, Brian, and I took a bunch of pictures in his secret garden. I can't wait until tomorrow to have two whole hours of making prints. I'm so glad photography is my only class on Thursdays, it's the perfect day for me, just to work on something I love all day. The only thing is my photography teacher is kind of an idiot and just skims over things that he assumes that the people in his class know. I was standing next to this guy Matt when he was just like "Oh, there's just this little switch here that you have to flip, that's all!" and Matt just said "Well, if I had known that little switch EXISTED." I cracked up as soon as I got out of the dark room. Seriously, there are people like me where this is just an 8-week refresher course, but Maggie hasn't handled anything not digital or Wal-Mart processed. He doesn't explain anything well, and when you ask a question, he assumes the answer he gives you is right, even if he didn't answer your question at all.

So, I'm officially going to hell. Brian and his roommate kept giving our friend Danny crap for nearly sexing these two really fat chicks, and Brian turns around and says "Well, I know one of them kind of looked like that girl." She wasn't unreasonably chubby, just wearing a tight shirt. A tight shirt, which I saw through the buffet line, that said "SEA LIFE" all the way down the front. Needless to say, everyone in the dining hall looked at us when we started cackling.

I'm watching Man vs. Wild, and I want to know how many miles away he is from a tourist spot. His cameraperson makes me really angry by making everything he does seem really fast, especially with the fast-paced music. I wouldn't advise some tourist numbnuts to go out into the fucking Alaskan ocean on a makeshift raft to get rescued, at least not where there's open ocean.

I should probably get some work done for Geography.