Tonight was the opening for my photography show. I'm one of ten that exhibited. 12 prints. While I was bowled over by all the wonderful feedback I got, I was incredibly disappointed that so few of my friends came. Mrs. Yoshii--my current photography teacher--came, and my friend Erin Finley (another girl going to Penn) stopped by, but that was pretty much it. I've been squealing about this show in Advisory and most of my classes for the past week, but almost no one stopped by. Not Stephanie or Sagari, my photographer friends. Not Marcelina or Chungy, who were actually pictured in the show. No one from any of my classes but Erin.

I thought I had made it clear to them that it's really difficult to gain access to the building, so the only real chance they'd get would be tonight. Apparently they had better things to do. ::alternates between seething and sulking::

I'm now exhausted, because I just spent the last three hours on my feet. Joy. But upon getting home, I read large portions of The Truth to my parents, which cheered me up immensely. I adore doing voices and sound effects for the recording imp. ::grins evilly::


Dialogue of the Day:

Me: Here -- this is amusing. It's Moldovan music.
*Mamaliga Mania*
Me: It's a song about the Moldovan national dish.
Abilee: Can we listen to angry chick music now?

And that was my day.