Vomit about nothing
WHAT THE SHIT IS THE POINT OF CLOTHING YOU CAN'T JUST NORMALLY WASH AND DRY? WHAT. WHAAAAAT THE FUCK. I've ruined 2 nice mens sweaters again. The first one I put in the drier and forgot about and it shrunk. The second time I was like, 'ah, I'll be all crafty and just put it in the washing machine but NOT the drier! I win at life!' WRONG. Apparently putting it in the washing machine is also ZOMG BAD and shrinks it, WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHY... So after the fact I looked it up online and apparently the washing machine is too much agitation for the material and it has to be washed all special and shit. I DID NOT THINK TO CHECK IT BEFORE HAND. SEE THIS IS WHY I KEEP TAGS ON STUFF.
Grrr ggrrrr. Well, that's 2 less sweaters. Good thing I never pay jack shit for my clothes.
And so I have started school again. Every day I get up at 5, 6 or 7AM depending on when I have class. I think I'll be ok with it once I get used to it because I like sunrises as opposed to sunsets.
Portfolio class plastered a look of fear on the face of everyone that was in it. Well, I guess not everyone, there might have been a few nauseated or suicidal faces in there. I was mildly stressed by the expectations of me- I have to do a self promo and apply to 5 companies, blah blah blah, I'm required to have a show in Lancaster city in May at a gallery. This is very intimidating to me. Very intimidating. I'm kind of shy with my artwork. I've never studied what I've studied for the end goal of making money. So I think my goals for the class are different then most of my other class mates because I'm not so concerned about getting a good job. My mind somehow drifted to some lucid thoughts. I never know what expression I have on my face when those things happen. Bored? Apathetic? Concerned? Hahaha. Nancy never seems to notice.
My day started off bright and early as I rear-ended a station wagon as I parallel parked in front of Breidenstein. Another quality parking job by yours truly. I showed up to Botany unnaturally early. I'm kind of attracted to the professor.
Litho was canceled because someone had to shit out a baby. Sigh. I won't even get started on it... I'm so disappointed. Driving away this big dumb truck pulled out in front of me with a bumper sticker on the back that read 'DRILL NOW PAY LESS'. YES BECAUSE THAT IS THE POINT. DUMB ASS. I was about to rape him with a pine cone at the next stop light. I'LL SHOW YOU DRILLING, BUDDY.
I'm not going to have a radio show this semester because I would probably die of exhaustion and I don't want to fuck the station over by not showing up consistently. I'm sad, but I'll do it my final semester in the fall.
Man. I just got desperate and ate some sort of hamburger helper thing that had chunky beef stuff in it. I could only eat a little bit but I already feel sick.
Ugh. I want to work out this semester and lessen my love handles. It would make me feel really good if I could do that. I have to wait and see what the SECRET WEIRD GYM hours are this semester, since I don't like using the main gym. I think I am starting to really be ok with my appearance even though I seem incapable of growing facial hair. I hope I can get in shape. I hope I can look more normal. I hope I can be as healthy as I can before chest surgery.
Sigh.
I wish I looked like Bob Dylan.
Man, I am so bad at LJ. I don't talk about anything that is going on anymore, ever. I also am really intimidated by my friends page so I keep not being able to check it. I have never checked comments like a normal person either.
P.S. I just got back from Canada on Sunday but I didn't tell anyone I was going there in the first place. Lets just say that was quite an adventure.
Grrr ggrrrr. Well, that's 2 less sweaters. Good thing I never pay jack shit for my clothes.
And so I have started school again. Every day I get up at 5, 6 or 7AM depending on when I have class. I think I'll be ok with it once I get used to it because I like sunrises as opposed to sunsets.
Portfolio class plastered a look of fear on the face of everyone that was in it. Well, I guess not everyone, there might have been a few nauseated or suicidal faces in there. I was mildly stressed by the expectations of me- I have to do a self promo and apply to 5 companies, blah blah blah, I'm required to have a show in Lancaster city in May at a gallery. This is very intimidating to me. Very intimidating. I'm kind of shy with my artwork. I've never studied what I've studied for the end goal of making money. So I think my goals for the class are different then most of my other class mates because I'm not so concerned about getting a good job. My mind somehow drifted to some lucid thoughts. I never know what expression I have on my face when those things happen. Bored? Apathetic? Concerned? Hahaha. Nancy never seems to notice.
My day started off bright and early as I rear-ended a station wagon as I parallel parked in front of Breidenstein. Another quality parking job by yours truly. I showed up to Botany unnaturally early. I'm kind of attracted to the professor.
Litho was canceled because someone had to shit out a baby. Sigh. I won't even get started on it... I'm so disappointed. Driving away this big dumb truck pulled out in front of me with a bumper sticker on the back that read 'DRILL NOW PAY LESS'. YES BECAUSE THAT IS THE POINT. DUMB ASS. I was about to rape him with a pine cone at the next stop light. I'LL SHOW YOU DRILLING, BUDDY.
I'm not going to have a radio show this semester because I would probably die of exhaustion and I don't want to fuck the station over by not showing up consistently. I'm sad, but I'll do it my final semester in the fall.
Man. I just got desperate and ate some sort of hamburger helper thing that had chunky beef stuff in it. I could only eat a little bit but I already feel sick.
Ugh. I want to work out this semester and lessen my love handles. It would make me feel really good if I could do that. I have to wait and see what the SECRET WEIRD GYM hours are this semester, since I don't like using the main gym. I think I am starting to really be ok with my appearance even though I seem incapable of growing facial hair. I hope I can get in shape. I hope I can look more normal. I hope I can be as healthy as I can before chest surgery.
Sigh.
I wish I looked like Bob Dylan.
Man, I am so bad at LJ. I don't talk about anything that is going on anymore, ever. I also am really intimidated by my friends page so I keep not being able to check it. I have never checked comments like a normal person either.
P.S. I just got back from Canada on Sunday but I didn't tell anyone I was going there in the first place. Lets just say that was quite an adventure.