10-31-2007, 12:12 AM
Chewing on her lip, the young sketch artist who had taken residence and then shortly left to the world of dreams and restless sleep was wandering back into the main area of the get together. Almost oblivious to the fact of a guest, stormy blue eyes were perusing the list of names and companies on a page of the black sketchbook that was folded open in her hands, the butt of her pencil drumming on the top of it restlessly. An irritated look filtered over her features as she realized the likelihood of work she really didn't care to do for a class she cared even less about going to, despite its uses.
Unceremoniously she flopped down into her chair once more across the room, sulking and muttering something about, "Stupid arrogant professors who think they know everything about everything... even if this is stuff I have to do within the next eight months..."
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