God, for once I wish I had been just slightly bolder than usual. Not that that's saying much. They invited us back to the hotel to party after the show. But of course, Miranda & I forgot to drop digits with the drummer. Pity- I could've used it, despite having a midterm at 7am (in just over 4 hours away from now...)
So that didn't happen. Instead, I ran into Matt. Now, I have closure, knowing that he existed and was not just a figment of my imagination, an illusion conjured as a result for delirium from fast on Yom Kippur this past Thursday. He truly exists. But I still failed to get a last name. Hopefully, he'll be at Shabbat services at the same time I finally decide to go.
Nick. I don't know what to do about you anymore. That's all I can say for now. I think it's just something I need to sleep on.
Christopher is a phenomenal photographer. A single picture of this morning- I want to shoot with him as soon as humanly possible. His photos have a sense of beauty, something that in my mind solidifies the beauty I possess, the beauty I cannot see or come to terms with because of years of unfair and unnecessary comparisons to my very different sister. His photos make me feel beautiful and desired, something I think every woman should feel.
This is the result of late nights and fucked up sleep schedules. I need to get back on track as soon as possible. My body's breaking down. I need to rest.
I'll be up around 5 to finish studying for my midterm. For the first time in my life, I don't really care too much about it. Not good...
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