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current song: Radiohead - The Tourist

Ah. Well. I don't know what to say anymore. I had something - there's always something - but not anymore. Maybe it's because the song has changed.

He has dimples. I'd forgotten. I need to know... well, I guess I don't need to know. But I was, kind of, doing my clay project after him. We're supposed to make a head, and I drew two people, and he just came out on the paper. And the other one's me. With longer hair, and no glasses, but that makes sense, as I'm sleeping. I don't wear my glasses in my sleep. I don't think anyone does. I wonder if people who wear contacts take them out if they're just taking a nap? But... The point is, I'm making a head, that's supposed to be him, only it's not. It doesn't look like him at all. I've always had that problem - I can make decent enough looking drawings, but they never look like the person I'm trying to draw. Maybe it's because I always draw from memory. It's too embarrassing to draw someone when they're sitting there. I can deal with taking pictures, and I do, and I love it, because it lets me capture someone's likeness, without giving them time to think about it. I hate poses. They're ok, sometimes, but it's just so much better when they don't pose. I feel like I'm actually getting what they look like. Not some plastered on smile that they only wear during pictures. Does that make sense? I actually like pictures best when the subject isn't aware of the camera... Maybe. Although I'm not quite sure of that.

But, speaking of pictures... I promised those of you who asked that I'd use them for blackmail. So, I think I'll post them somewhere. Maybe I will buy that domain I've always wanted. Wouldn't it be nice? Yes, it would. I'll buy my domain, post my pictures, and report back. And then you'll behold the horribleness of those pictures... Well, I like most of them, but some of them are bad, and others would probably embarrass the subjects...

I still need pictures of certain people, though. I think... I'll bring a camera to school. Again.