It's the 23.

... Which means that GC and I have been together for 7 months now. You'd think it would feel more special. It doesn't. It feels normal. So normal that I've stopped giving a fuck about whether or not any of us remembered. It's weird.

I'm working on an art assignment right now, which is my way of creatively procrastinating (I have a maths test on Monday and guess who's super motivated to learn? NOT ME)... I swear it's a great assignment. Totally worth flunkig a grade.