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what a ridiculously shitty day. weather and otherwise.
i drew fairly well this morning, though i still feel i have reached a significant plateau that will only be overcome by a good, intense period of figure study. but then by the time that class was out the temperature had dropped what felt like 10 degrees and it had started raining. the little stingy, cold raindrops that are like florida snow. i walked out to my car (that i geniusly parked way the fuck away from class, because the weather was nice when i parked and i like the walk) fumbling with my paper and book and supplies, trying to keep them all dry. i failed. i went to village perks to see jon and do some reading for meteorology. cocoa village was bangin and i had to park about a quarter mile away and walk inthe rain again. awesome. i now understand why he doesn't have chai on his menu. definetely the worst soy chai latte ever. and i definetely feel like a dipshit for saying soy chai latte. moving on. i read for what felt like forever, decided i was hungry, and looked at his sandwich menu. sometimes not eating meat really ruins everything. it's not even like i'm like "ewwww chicken grosssss" anymore. it's come to just be something i don't do. some people don't smoke, i don't eat meat. so i decided for some reason to go eat at the student dining hall, thinking they MUST have sandwiches. they don't. and apparently, it's not open. ever. i've never seen it open anyway. i walk BACK to the car in the rain to go to subway. i had my heart set on a good sandwich. on the way i stop to get gas, and i swore it must have been about 40 degrees, and i just wanted to cry. i fucking hate cold, i hate rain, and i decided fuck it. so much for developing my film and getting some printing done, the lab will still be there tomorrow and hopefully this weather won't. i came home all cranky like, but thought hey, ryan's package should get here today, that will certainly cheer me up. well it didn't. get here, that is. fuck the postal service, i put the blame solely on them for my shitty day.
now i've been playing majora's mask because it eats me up inside that it's the one zelda (not including the millions of gameboy ones) i've yet to beat, and it just pisses me off too. fuck time travel and this non-saving bullshit. if i lived alone, i'd probably have a couple beers for dinner, or maybe some lemon ice md (i was craving it like crazy at about 10 this morning...that's a bad sign...but it makes me so warm and cozy) and go to sleep. but instead, i've got to go fix myself some sort of soy product and entertain myself in someway until about 11 when i can fall asleep naturally.
i drew fairly well this morning, though i still feel i have reached a significant plateau that will only be overcome by a good, intense period of figure study. but then by the time that class was out the temperature had dropped what felt like 10 degrees and it had started raining. the little stingy, cold raindrops that are like florida snow. i walked out to my car (that i geniusly parked way the fuck away from class, because the weather was nice when i parked and i like the walk) fumbling with my paper and book and supplies, trying to keep them all dry. i failed. i went to village perks to see jon and do some reading for meteorology. cocoa village was bangin and i had to park about a quarter mile away and walk inthe rain again. awesome. i now understand why he doesn't have chai on his menu. definetely the worst soy chai latte ever. and i definetely feel like a dipshit for saying soy chai latte. moving on. i read for what felt like forever, decided i was hungry, and looked at his sandwich menu. sometimes not eating meat really ruins everything. it's not even like i'm like "ewwww chicken grosssss" anymore. it's come to just be something i don't do. some people don't smoke, i don't eat meat. so i decided for some reason to go eat at the student dining hall, thinking they MUST have sandwiches. they don't. and apparently, it's not open. ever. i've never seen it open anyway. i walk BACK to the car in the rain to go to subway. i had my heart set on a good sandwich. on the way i stop to get gas, and i swore it must have been about 40 degrees, and i just wanted to cry. i fucking hate cold, i hate rain, and i decided fuck it. so much for developing my film and getting some printing done, the lab will still be there tomorrow and hopefully this weather won't. i came home all cranky like, but thought hey, ryan's package should get here today, that will certainly cheer me up. well it didn't. get here, that is. fuck the postal service, i put the blame solely on them for my shitty day.
now i've been playing majora's mask because it eats me up inside that it's the one zelda (not including the millions of gameboy ones) i've yet to beat, and it just pisses me off too. fuck time travel and this non-saving bullshit. if i lived alone, i'd probably have a couple beers for dinner, or maybe some lemon ice md (i was craving it like crazy at about 10 this morning...that's a bad sign...but it makes me so warm and cozy) and go to sleep. but instead, i've got to go fix myself some sort of soy product and entertain myself in someway until about 11 when i can fall asleep naturally.