to sir with love.
What can I say?
I've been immersed in school for awhile, and it feels like I've been tapped on the shoulder and pistolwhipped because I've obviously forgotten how it felt to be passionate and swamped and, incidentally, not drunk.
I forgot that fluttery feeling in my chest that happens when I'm thinking really hard about type!
My graphic design class is a sort of slow chaos that would be better handled if I could get more excited about the project. I wrote a little buzzword beatpoem about where I want the assignment to go, so we'll see.
My story has dug out a hole in my brain and is nesting for warmth.
I have a mad crush on my speech-and-debate teacher. He's so smart and charismatic and looks alot like Hawkeye from *M*A*S*H*, which is something I find sexy.
I've been immersed in school for awhile, and it feels like I've been tapped on the shoulder and pistolwhipped because I've obviously forgotten how it felt to be passionate and swamped and, incidentally, not drunk.
I forgot that fluttery feeling in my chest that happens when I'm thinking really hard about type!
My graphic design class is a sort of slow chaos that would be better handled if I could get more excited about the project. I wrote a little buzzword beatpoem about where I want the assignment to go, so we'll see.
My story has dug out a hole in my brain and is nesting for warmth.
I have a mad crush on my speech-and-debate teacher. He's so smart and charismatic and looks alot like Hawkeye from *M*A*S*H*, which is something I find sexy.