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Mom thinks it's not the job, it's me. She's probably going to start bugging me about calling MH again, but I'm feeling discouraged after the agency I was referred to blew me off. I really don't have enough in me to do it a second time.

Junk on Gmail strikes again! Toilet humor. Also, school.

Whenever I get a really ridiculous e-mail subject in my spam folder, I read the subject to Craig. They're always e-mails for penis enlargement. Always. Because, apparently, I have what must be a microscopic one laying around somewhere.

We've had some good ones, but we hit a dry spell. Well, I got this one today:

"With Penis Enlarge Patch your cock will win the beauty contest."

Mreheheh. Anyway. Ignore me. Just because I'm 25 doesn't mean I have to act it. XD;

Got a... well, I can't really call it a lecture, more of a chat... with Dona at work today, which prompted me to look for online classes. That led me to The New School out of curiosity. I can't take any classes now or anything (and they're not exactly Brooklyn College... tuition and fees are higher), but I snooped a bit more and found their information for a bachelor's degree in visual arts.

Talk about schooling I'd enjoy. Look. The drawing/printmaking track.

I printed it out. One day, when I have money, I'll look at it again. Or after I've paid Brooklyn College.

Other things don't stir my interest like this. I've been trying to figure out what I need to be happy. Art makes me happy.