I Took the Polaroid Down in My Room

This is a lame, stupid thing to post after so much silence, but you know what kind of irks me? I was never nor will ever be as tiny as Ellen Page is in Juno (pre-knockup, of course), and it galls me.

On the school front, things progress. It's like running a race where you don't give a shit about what place you come in, you just want to finish the whole thing without any walking. In the end it might have been better done with some sort of walk/sprint combo, but at the time you're committed to the slow jog strategy.

...even my metaphors blow. Oh well, ten days til DC. W00t.