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its beautiful outside and i'm serious.
this shit needs to not melt and keep piling up, grass is so ugly.
in about two months ill disagree. i did have to walk from my car to campus and back just now and it was freezing and windy so that was definately a shitty part.
when i was walking back from my critique, i couldnt help but have an awkward nostalgic like feeling- it reminded me of about the same time almost exactly a year ago, when i would walk back from my drawing class in the cold snowy weather, lugging my big portfolio. it reminded me of being unhappy, and i dont know why. like a helpless longing for something? everything was going pretty well around that time i think... i dont know, im not really sure what im trying to say, but today as i was walking with my big bag of painting supplies, it was like a crazy dejavu with my feelings, like 'i remember feeling like this' but i couldnt quite pinpoint the feeling... maybe thats the point.
anyways, that was the last thing i had to do on campus for the semester besides take all my shit home. that means all that is fucking left is this stupid paper that i keep putting off and keep digging myself deeper and deeper with. why cant i just fucking sit down, focus, and do it? i hate papers. someone write me an 8 page paper on gender identity and society please.
this shit needs to not melt and keep piling up, grass is so ugly.
in about two months ill disagree. i did have to walk from my car to campus and back just now and it was freezing and windy so that was definately a shitty part.
when i was walking back from my critique, i couldnt help but have an awkward nostalgic like feeling- it reminded me of about the same time almost exactly a year ago, when i would walk back from my drawing class in the cold snowy weather, lugging my big portfolio. it reminded me of being unhappy, and i dont know why. like a helpless longing for something? everything was going pretty well around that time i think... i dont know, im not really sure what im trying to say, but today as i was walking with my big bag of painting supplies, it was like a crazy dejavu with my feelings, like 'i remember feeling like this' but i couldnt quite pinpoint the feeling... maybe thats the point.
anyways, that was the last thing i had to do on campus for the semester besides take all my shit home. that means all that is fucking left is this stupid paper that i keep putting off and keep digging myself deeper and deeper with. why cant i just fucking sit down, focus, and do it? i hate papers. someone write me an 8 page paper on gender identity and society please.