i don't like the college eight laundry room
mostly because it won't allow the penny trick! why should i pay $2.25 for laundry if i want to be a sneak and pay $0.09!? i can rest in the comfort that this may be the first and last time i do laundry at college eight, because i have (possibly) enough clothes to last the rest of summer.
speaking of which, i'm becoming entirely dissatisfied with the clothes i wear. i'm beginning to think they're all terribly ugly and unflattering, and i don't know what looks good on me. i'm convinced that i can't pull of light colors and girly clothes because i'm dark haired/darker complected.
on a slightly similar note, marcus and i are the same size. i can wear his shoes, pants, and shirts. except his pants are too short.
this art project (a corset made of 250+ razorblades, chickenwire, hotglue, and lined with duct tape, cost me 4 stitches in the knee and a total of $265 in medical expenses. ouch! but i got an A- in the class! that means i'm just barely exceptionally talented (and maybe i don't have to give up on art!)
i should be living out of the darkroom/buried in my sociology textbooks, but i still spend too much time on the internet and at marcus' watching reality TV, playing fooseball, and eating shaved ice. for shame, julie rawth.
i eat really poorly, and when i do eat, i eat too much. this summer has been really unhealthy. but i have to eat at a dining hall! nothing feels good after that. nothing feels good after eating an entire bag of little ceasar's crazy bread either.
why do i always feel stressed out? i'm so bad at talking to people i don't know. my poor roommate! such a sweetie, and she probably thinks i'm groce.
blah blah blah.
how do you get happy with yourself if you're not sure how to be happy?
speaking of which, i'm becoming entirely dissatisfied with the clothes i wear. i'm beginning to think they're all terribly ugly and unflattering, and i don't know what looks good on me. i'm convinced that i can't pull of light colors and girly clothes because i'm dark haired/darker complected.
on a slightly similar note, marcus and i are the same size. i can wear his shoes, pants, and shirts. except his pants are too short.
this art project (a corset made of 250+ razorblades, chickenwire, hotglue, and lined with duct tape, cost me 4 stitches in the knee and a total of $265 in medical expenses. ouch! but i got an A- in the class! that means i'm just barely exceptionally talented (and maybe i don't have to give up on art!)
i should be living out of the darkroom/buried in my sociology textbooks, but i still spend too much time on the internet and at marcus' watching reality TV, playing fooseball, and eating shaved ice. for shame, julie rawth.
i eat really poorly, and when i do eat, i eat too much. this summer has been really unhealthy. but i have to eat at a dining hall! nothing feels good after that. nothing feels good after eating an entire bag of little ceasar's crazy bread either.
why do i always feel stressed out? i'm so bad at talking to people i don't know. my poor roommate! such a sweetie, and she probably thinks i'm groce.
blah blah blah.
how do you get happy with yourself if you're not sure how to be happy?