Today, my parents and I went to the city art museum. There was a special exhibit imported from Paris, and my mom wanted to take me to go see it (my dad decided to tag along; he had nothing else planned for the day). I'm "artistic" and my mother is constantly bragging to other adults about it. She makes sure I keep that about myself. 

So yeah, the exhibit was really cool. Most of the pieces portrayed very attractive women in extravagant, frilly, soft outfits- or in nothing at all. Being the slag that I am, I spent a lot of time gawking at these pieces- but I had a damn good time doing so. I'm not just a slag for girls, though. I'm a slag for the whole aesthetic of the 1800s- the fashion, the architecture, the art- the whole fucking tableau just makes me wanna melt. I'd love to be one of those bougie Parisian girls. Or a rich whore. I don't know, man. I just want to live there at that time. I'd love the night life- the drinks and dancers and all that shit would be amazing.

I went home and listened to some 3dgy music, ate some dinner, and now I'm about to go to bed. I go back to school tomorrow. I have a three hour day now, which is good. But honestly I'm nervous as fuck. Wish me luck I guess??

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