what the shit am i doing?
First friendster and now this. What the hell am I doing with my life?
I write this from the crap computer in my dorm. I'm wearing some boxers and a bra in an attempt to start an underwear revolution. There are too many men meandering the halls in skimpy boxers (not that I'm complaining) and not nearly enough women. No holds barred. I'm letting my belly pooch out and displaying my armpit hair to the wind.
Not one person has commented on it. I should start a sit-in in the kitchen, but it's kind of disgusting in there (friggin dorms...).
I guess you could call me a drama queen. But you shouldn't anymore. I quit the BFA program I was in this week, and got into a shouting match with the director of the program about it. This week has been hell. I felt completely justified in doing stupid things like joining friendster and this thing and eating a lot of Hawii'an peanut brittle and burritos from Illegal Pete's. Thank god for burritos and peanut brittle.
To everyone who doesn't live in the microclimate of Boulder, CO, tough luck. It's been in the seventies all week here. I talked to my mother in Vermont, where it hadn't gotten above -3 degrees F, and felt really good about living somewhere where I don't get depressed and freeze my ass off for five months of the year.
I write this from the crap computer in my dorm. I'm wearing some boxers and a bra in an attempt to start an underwear revolution. There are too many men meandering the halls in skimpy boxers (not that I'm complaining) and not nearly enough women. No holds barred. I'm letting my belly pooch out and displaying my armpit hair to the wind.
Not one person has commented on it. I should start a sit-in in the kitchen, but it's kind of disgusting in there (friggin dorms...).
I guess you could call me a drama queen. But you shouldn't anymore. I quit the BFA program I was in this week, and got into a shouting match with the director of the program about it. This week has been hell. I felt completely justified in doing stupid things like joining friendster and this thing and eating a lot of Hawii'an peanut brittle and burritos from Illegal Pete's. Thank god for burritos and peanut brittle.
To everyone who doesn't live in the microclimate of Boulder, CO, tough luck. It's been in the seventies all week here. I talked to my mother in Vermont, where it hadn't gotten above -3 degrees F, and felt really good about living somewhere where I don't get depressed and freeze my ass off for five months of the year.