"...on the first floor, at the tables..."
Again, I find myself surrounded by other college kids. Two fireplaces, and some girl behind me speaking spanish. I understand a few of her words. Like, "professora" and "gracias". Even though I can't spell them right, I know what they mean. Kate is sitting in front of me right now. Reading something awful for her retarded composition class. Her nose is stuffy, she needs to take vitamins. Everyone should take vitamins.
I should be working, and I should be doing something kind-of productive. I did finish the divider pages for Yearbook stuff, and started work on a few other projects that have been brewing under my belt. Speaking of projects, I am going to lay into my website like no one's business sometime soon, and have a massive update. I think I'll bring back photos and journal entries to my website. Who knows. What do you think, kids? But, on to other projects. I kicked major ass in my graphic design class. We chose a social issue, and had to design a poster --by hand mind you-- to convey the meaning and action towards it. I'll post it whenever I get a chance. It's kick ass.
Kate just wiped her nose. Mmm. Delicious.
Moving on to $20,000. 2,000 ten dollar bills. Today I talked to someone and they told me that they would get $20,000 if they ended their current relationship. I found that kind of interesting, and disturbing at the same time. Interesting, because is love easily measured like that? And disturbing because if love is, then what am I worth?
Just a thought,
The kid who missed class
I should be working, and I should be doing something kind-of productive. I did finish the divider pages for Yearbook stuff, and started work on a few other projects that have been brewing under my belt. Speaking of projects, I am going to lay into my website like no one's business sometime soon, and have a massive update. I think I'll bring back photos and journal entries to my website. Who knows. What do you think, kids? But, on to other projects. I kicked major ass in my graphic design class. We chose a social issue, and had to design a poster --by hand mind you-- to convey the meaning and action towards it. I'll post it whenever I get a chance. It's kick ass.
Kate just wiped her nose. Mmm. Delicious.
Moving on to $20,000. 2,000 ten dollar bills. Today I talked to someone and they told me that they would get $20,000 if they ended their current relationship. I found that kind of interesting, and disturbing at the same time. Interesting, because is love easily measured like that? And disturbing because if love is, then what am I worth?
Just a thought,
The kid who missed class