I'm hot.
So I just heard that Crossroads Cafe and Coffee House (where I worked for about 5 months, up until about May or so) has decided to close. I somehow knew this was going to happen. They were never really smart about buisness things, as far as I could tell.
In other news, my summer has come to an end. School has started. I have to learn how to draw increadibly well this semester. Apparently even though there exists excellent software to do the hard parts for you, interior designers still must be artistically inclined to the point where they can sketch entire rooms- to scale- very very well. I am pretty much screwed. It seems like fun though. I am taking a presentation methods/ color/ drafting class where I am learning all that, so hopefully i will be okay.
I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. I haven't gotten my hair cut since last july or august (i remember it was the day of ali's goodbye party when she left for philly for the first time). How disgusting is that? The cool thing is that it still looks somewhat decent.
I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to enough this summer, and everyone that i've wanted to see has come and gone.
Erika lives in San Diego again and I never really see her. Isn't that strange?
My birthday is soon. What do I want?
It is ridiculously fucking hot in my room. All I want to do is lay on my bed right in front of the fan (which is on full blast and is still not doing any good) and eat otter pops all day. Too bad we don't have any more otter pops.
In other news, my summer has come to an end. School has started. I have to learn how to draw increadibly well this semester. Apparently even though there exists excellent software to do the hard parts for you, interior designers still must be artistically inclined to the point where they can sketch entire rooms- to scale- very very well. I am pretty much screwed. It seems like fun though. I am taking a presentation methods/ color/ drafting class where I am learning all that, so hopefully i will be okay.
I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. I haven't gotten my hair cut since last july or august (i remember it was the day of ali's goodbye party when she left for philly for the first time). How disgusting is that? The cool thing is that it still looks somewhat decent.
I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to enough this summer, and everyone that i've wanted to see has come and gone.
Erika lives in San Diego again and I never really see her. Isn't that strange?
My birthday is soon. What do I want?
It is ridiculously fucking hot in my room. All I want to do is lay on my bed right in front of the fan (which is on full blast and is still not doing any good) and eat otter pops all day. Too bad we don't have any more otter pops.