stuff

inhaled helium today. wasn't really supposed to, but did it anyway. didn't do much to me.. then i got ben to inhale it..

Ben: *inhale* hello. *we all crack up* hello. it won't last long, my voice should come back soon. *pauses* hello. oh shit, oh my god!! it's not coming back. it's not coming back!! shit, oh my god! hello, hello. hello. oh, phew, it's back, it's back..

needless to say, me, jac, and TC laughed really hard watching him do that. cause apparently, accidents do happen and, if you're not careful, you can end up talking like tweety bird for the rest of your life. other stories include this little kid who inhaled so much without pausing for breeath..... he passed out.

and then we gave one to casper. this balloon happened to be pink.

he's so gonna hate me for putting this up. XDDDDD

then at lunch, me and sarah went to do some extra work in the photography room. i know, WE GAVE UP LUNCH. but it's all in the name of good [or in my case, not so good[] photography. anyway, the thing is, we were greedy and ate lunch for 15 minutes before we went, so we ended up with around 20 minutes of work time. usually, we take 20 minutes just to CLEAN UP!! but i really love working alone in the darkroom.. maybe it's just cause i'm not a people person. sheesh. but i found that i can work with 300 other people in that 10m x 8m room - except sarah. we tend to push each other around, but in the end, when the bell rang while we still had stuff in the fixer, we showed amazing cooperation.. she went out to dry our prints, leaving me to take care of the rest. i just grabbed everything left floating in the water - didn't even look to see what it was.

sarah: whose is that?
kim: [not even looking at what she was holding] if it's not yours, it's mine
sarah: no [as if kim is really dumb] that was the stuff floating in there even before we went in.
kim: [glances down] who cares?

then we jammed everything into our folders and proceeded to our next class - bloody s and e.. we had to write a useless essay on our culture and what crap. i had a major brain freeze - it's been going on since i was about three - and i couldn't figure out what to write. sarah wrote like, five pages practically non-stop. i struggled to make three, and i have to bullshit myself through the last bit. it went something like "as a kid, i used to watch a lot of cartoons, like the flintstones. they taught me lots of new words, like 'yabba-dabba-doo'"