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Mmm, I just had enchiladas Potosinas for dinner. So good. Back then when the holidays just started and I was descending fast and hard into the kind of boredom that fries your brain, I was going to do an entire post about enchiladas, based on the fact that I know like, six types of different enchiladas from only the middle part of the country. Er. Would anyone be interested in the post?

Okay, back in real news: First day of school went okay. Saw my ex, and it was actually fantastic - I think we'll be able to be finally be friends and not be incredibly awkward. My college doesn't have a 'campus' per se - it's divided into centers according to mayors; arts, humanity, health; that sort of stuff. Not even MY center is all in the same place, in my tiny campus there's only architecture and design, and there are other two buildings in which arts and music are imparted, in a completely different part of town. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I only have classes in the arts center, which was new to me, and was lost for a large part of the morning, lol. There's quite a lovely feeling in these both smaller centers, even if the music students are usually prissy and hate designers just in principle, which makes it somewhat... uncomfortable, to have classes in there. (even the TEACHERS hate us, the bastards. o_O)

The class today was Watercolor (which I'm SUPER excited about!). My teacher is incredibly tall and thin, hunched a bit, about 55 years old, light brown hair and fair skin and dressed entirely in earth tones - he looks invisible. No presence whatsoever, just the sort of person you'd look over, and only would look twice because he looks like he's in a sepia photograph. He looks nice, though.