so i have an hour of work left, and these girls come in and they’re like, super cool with all of their fashion stuff and cool music and what have you.
and then i’m just sitting in the corner, having done all of my monitoring duties, looking like a super lame bum in my shirt and yoga pants.
……….and i don’t think they know i work here………………………………………….
I PROMISE I DON’T DRESS LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE
I LISTEN TO COOL MUSIC TOO, I SWEAR IT
why am i so godforsakenly awkward
why, why is this happening to me
that’s it I’M FUCKING DONE i hate college
-easy math class
-easy french class
-stupid dingus english class
-Kasabian is awesome
-sketching, feelin’ inspired as all get out
-my hair decides to cooperate
so on friday, we receive our room selection lottery numbers via email and whenever i think about it, i want to vomit because 1) it’s done by year and 2) the hall that my roommate and i want is hard to get into. I NEED TO LIVE IN POWER HALL OR ELSE I AM GOING TO THROW A TANTRUM WITHOUT SHAME.
and i have to go to a meeting with my professor and talk about which dingus artist i want to choose to do for my reproduction and WHY can someone please just tell me WHY WHY WHY this isn’t our final. RIDDLE ME THAT. can’t i just paint a wee kitten and call it a day?
that’s it okay goodnight
i look like a normal dressed up human being today can you believe it
but it’s almost 60 degrees outside and i have french now and i feel like i’m going to vomit everywhere, cheers!