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So, today was pretty much a waste of makeup. The first day of class is always so boring.

All these pretentious wannabe actors talking about their experiences on sets and feelings like the rest of us actually care. I wouldn't normally listen or anything, but the professors always make you do like, these group therapy sessions, especially at the beginning of the semester. Did I join AA? No. Do I kind of want to, after listening to all these morons? Totally.

I just. Really don't need a bunch of attention whores bitching to me about their inadequacy issues or that one summer at drama camp where they learned to just let go and emote. And then follow it up by expressing myself through interpretive dance.

It definitely doesn't make them better actors. But half of them are just plain ugly, anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.

On the bright side, I got to debut my new fall wardrobe. Thank you so much, Shikamaru, for all your kind contributions.

I'm just going to be over here with my SIZE 2 jean shorts which might actually be tight enough to give me a yeast infection, but they ARE NOT and WILL NEVER BE a size 8. Beauty is pain, anyway.