You know you're a college student when you're hiding industrial rolls of toilet paper you stole from the school bathroom in your backpack because you're running out at your apartment.
I just changed my major fucking again. I don't know what I'm doing, but a lot of mass chaos, advisor appointments, and class changing later, I'm an art/graphic design major again... goodbye normal-person stress! Hellloooooo massive crazed nervous breakdowns!
My apartment has a Christmas tree now. Jason and Allison helped me put it together, Randy did the lights, and I put most of what little ornaments I had on it. Rosie and Ian went to some stupid artsy thing at Montevallo and were really late. But we all made hot chocolate and played Mario Party.
Our espresso machines keep breaking at work. The most uncomfortable thing in the world is telling cranky old people they can't have their goddamned grande white chocolate mocha. Sometimes if a customer is really fat, I secretly make their drink with skim milk instead of regular.
David's Dance Party
David
Randy and Joy
George's
Randy, Corey, and the hookah
Luke, goofy as hell, and refusing to smoke flavored tobacco.
My eyes are red and I didn't have the initiative to Photoshop them back to normal.
Rosie-Gets-A-Haircut Day
Me Trying To Look Badass In My New Trenchcoat And It Not Working
Me Trying To Be Artsy, But Not Really Cause I Suck At Photography, I Just Like This Sunset And The AmSouth Building At Christmas
Ian's Dream:
Somniarer: cavan was being crucified on a very large telephone pole and the only person who could get him down was joshua and he refused to until he took a lot of pictures