it's just you and me babe.
I got a new job on Haight street at this super cute boutique. The girls there are super nice and I make nine dollars an hour (a huge step up from $6.75).
My tattoo's almost done healing and I really like it! It's really light though but my friend Marco the tattoo artist told me he'd give me free touch ups, and I think I'm going to take him up on it. Totally don't regret it.
It's been really blustery and cold here. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
I love my writing professor. He's this happy 5 foot tall gay man who care so geniuinely about his students that it hurts. I feel really bad for him too because he goes out of his way for us, and people take advantage of him. They also say really stupid things in class. I really want to tell him how much I appreciate the assignments he gives up, becuase they're really thoughtful, but I think he might think I'm kissing up. He makes me want to be a writing major even though I know that isn't very practical. Then again who really cares about practicality. I'm an art history major right now for crying out loud! I don't know. Then part of me wants to be a graphic design major. Basically, I'm in college for no reason.
Rainbow died a year ago two days ago. The weird thing is, on Monday I was thinking about how much I missed her, and then on Tuesday my mom told me that Monday was the one year anniversary of her death. I just really miss her. Whenever I see a dog on the street or something I start to tear up. I don't think it's normal.
I'm obsessed with "Calendar Girl" by Stars. If you don't have it get it NOW.
I miss dad hugs.
A whole bunch of my music got deleted last night, including but not limited to: my over 10 hours of Beatles, the Decemberists, Tilly and the Wall, Weezer, The Elected, The Faint, The Anniversary, The Kinks, The Beach Boys and the Like. Nooo!
My tattoo's almost done healing and I really like it! It's really light though but my friend Marco the tattoo artist told me he'd give me free touch ups, and I think I'm going to take him up on it. Totally don't regret it.
It's been really blustery and cold here. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
I love my writing professor. He's this happy 5 foot tall gay man who care so geniuinely about his students that it hurts. I feel really bad for him too because he goes out of his way for us, and people take advantage of him. They also say really stupid things in class. I really want to tell him how much I appreciate the assignments he gives up, becuase they're really thoughtful, but I think he might think I'm kissing up. He makes me want to be a writing major even though I know that isn't very practical. Then again who really cares about practicality. I'm an art history major right now for crying out loud! I don't know. Then part of me wants to be a graphic design major. Basically, I'm in college for no reason.
Rainbow died a year ago two days ago. The weird thing is, on Monday I was thinking about how much I missed her, and then on Tuesday my mom told me that Monday was the one year anniversary of her death. I just really miss her. Whenever I see a dog on the street or something I start to tear up. I don't think it's normal.
I'm obsessed with "Calendar Girl" by Stars. If you don't have it get it NOW.
I miss dad hugs.
A whole bunch of my music got deleted last night, including but not limited to: my over 10 hours of Beatles, the Decemberists, Tilly and the Wall, Weezer, The Elected, The Faint, The Anniversary, The Kinks, The Beach Boys and the Like. Nooo!