so i'm pseudo going with will (since his boy is busy) to charity ball. and now i've got medium format film for the brownie hawkeye, which will totally put the cherry on my cake for that night.
me and em delivered a bunch of invitations last night, to which peter says, "didn't you guys have a formal a few weeks back? and you're having a crush party now? dude, your house is fucking legit!" and later he walked me home so i would not fall victim to the crazy screwdrive guy currently terrorizing the campus. he's had eight victims within the last two weeks.
i finally got a hold of roger today, for all of fifteen minutes. he looked like death, and kept going on about how overwhelmed he was with everything. i left feeling rather depressed, which was worsened by watching last week's episode of grey's, and cinched by ashley's call just now. what's sad is that those fifteen minutes i saw him today, fifteen minutes in at least three weeks, is more than anyone has probably seen him.
i made a resolution in africa recitation today to be more productive. that is,
a. get a summer internship in new york.
b. take more pictures, make more art.
c. preemptively and proactively do more things with my free time.
d. work more with fashion.
aaaand i got home and failed.
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