This entry has no significance, I promise.
I don't even remember making a post last night. It went bye-bye because it was dumb and emotastic. Just like me. :D
Last night was all the bad and all the good wrapped up in one little confetti package and tossed into the wind.
I didn't sleep Wednesday night because I had to write a paper. I'm probably not even going to pass that class. I got a C on one paper (doubleyou tee hell, people? It was an awesome paper...) and a B on the other (err, still not good enough), I got a solid B+ on the first test, and an even solider F on the other test, I didn't do so hot on the pop quizzes, and even missed one of them, and I wrote this last paper partially in my sleep. So, how are the odds, would you say?
I'll have to take it again. Oh well.
So Thursday was functional. I did award myself the Dumbass Award of the Day, though. (Steph! I got foil stars to give as awards for The Award.)
...There are full soda/beer cans fleeing across the street. That has got to be one of the funniest things I've seen lately. Roll on, little dudes!
Yesterday was our last night with the Peace Nazi, and, dare I say, I might miss her? I know I'll miss the class. We all got so close, it was like a happy little family. During our project, I think she started crying. I was talking about my part of the mural, and reading something I pulled out of my ass last-second (something like, "They say a picture's worth a thousand words. Sometimes I wonder which thousand words my images will be worth. Will they be words of love? Of beauty? Of admiration? Does it even matter? As long as they elicit something...something other than apathy...I know I will have played my part.") and looked over to see her glasses sitting on her desk as she rubbed her red eyes. After we were done, she said, "That was beautiful."
I gave her a hug at the end of class and thanked her, and she said, "Mikaela, you are great. Don't you ever forget that." I was touched, and almost a little upset. It sounded like she was yelling at me. :p
Sorry, Peace Nazi, ma'am! I won't forget I'm great anymore! *salute*
But then I managed to upset Andy. I'm tragically good at that, methinks. Which, oddly enough, is what I told him that made him so upset. He was talking about how he needed more opinionated people like me in his life, and I joked that people like me would fuck him up. I guess that really messed with him.
I apologize for telling the truth. It's what I do.
But Julia and I enjoyed a drink last night. Lime Coke and Malibu. We decided it was almost the last Thirsty Thursday of the year, and we had no intentions of running around, screaming like retards, so we could have a drink together. It was certainly a pleasant night together.
Ahhh, I have to pee. Nah, don't feel like doing it. Maybe tomorrow night.
And then I went to sleep, and my body was sent into some sort of involuntary shuddering orgasmic state that I was actually offering it some sleep. I think it's trying to thank me right now by allowing me to be in a good mood and look forward to today. =)
Last night was all the bad and all the good wrapped up in one little confetti package and tossed into the wind.
I didn't sleep Wednesday night because I had to write a paper. I'm probably not even going to pass that class. I got a C on one paper (doubleyou tee hell, people? It was an awesome paper...) and a B on the other (err, still not good enough), I got a solid B+ on the first test, and an even solider F on the other test, I didn't do so hot on the pop quizzes, and even missed one of them, and I wrote this last paper partially in my sleep. So, how are the odds, would you say?
I'll have to take it again. Oh well.
So Thursday was functional. I did award myself the Dumbass Award of the Day, though. (Steph! I got foil stars to give as awards for The Award.)
...There are full soda/beer cans fleeing across the street. That has got to be one of the funniest things I've seen lately. Roll on, little dudes!
Yesterday was our last night with the Peace Nazi, and, dare I say, I might miss her? I know I'll miss the class. We all got so close, it was like a happy little family. During our project, I think she started crying. I was talking about my part of the mural, and reading something I pulled out of my ass last-second (something like, "They say a picture's worth a thousand words. Sometimes I wonder which thousand words my images will be worth. Will they be words of love? Of beauty? Of admiration? Does it even matter? As long as they elicit something...something other than apathy...I know I will have played my part.") and looked over to see her glasses sitting on her desk as she rubbed her red eyes. After we were done, she said, "That was beautiful."
I gave her a hug at the end of class and thanked her, and she said, "Mikaela, you are great. Don't you ever forget that." I was touched, and almost a little upset. It sounded like she was yelling at me. :p
Sorry, Peace Nazi, ma'am! I won't forget I'm great anymore! *salute*
But then I managed to upset Andy. I'm tragically good at that, methinks. Which, oddly enough, is what I told him that made him so upset. He was talking about how he needed more opinionated people like me in his life, and I joked that people like me would fuck him up. I guess that really messed with him.
I apologize for telling the truth. It's what I do.
But Julia and I enjoyed a drink last night. Lime Coke and Malibu. We decided it was almost the last Thirsty Thursday of the year, and we had no intentions of running around, screaming like retards, so we could have a drink together. It was certainly a pleasant night together.
Ahhh, I have to pee. Nah, don't feel like doing it. Maybe tomorrow night.
And then I went to sleep, and my body was sent into some sort of involuntary shuddering orgasmic state that I was actually offering it some sleep. I think it's trying to thank me right now by allowing me to be in a good mood and look forward to today. =)