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2.26.2012
Pissed off at my blogskin now. CHANGING IT.
Oh life. How spirited thou art.
I am very sick right now. On the upswing, thank goodness. It's been over a week now. UGH. I think God must have invented Advil Cold and Flu, because it is my savior. Seriously, sick people, buy it. Thou shalt be saved.
So, the last few months I have been single, and I have been mostly glad for it. There are times I crave a snuggle, but those pass. However, once again, I'm swept into the awkward throws of a budding relationship. This time, though, I don't know what to do about it. The man is very sweet, and I'm not doing anything to dissuade his advances. He is not the type of man I can just date for a few months then toss off. The bloody male has a good heart, and I don't want to be the one to break it.
Yet, I do not want a relationship. I want... I don't know what I want. Casual? Friends with benefits, I suppose? I want to be with someone who doesn't give a fuck. Whatever that means.
Even though I like him, I can't date this guy. He's so young. I'm so goddamn vain. I can't be in a serious relationship. Maybe 3 years down the road. But not now. Should I tell him no, straight off the bat? Can I? Holding hands can be so comforting.
But no. I'll tell him. I think that would be for the best. I don't want to hurt him any more than I have to.
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2.09.2012
Well, hi there. It's 1:04am, and -what I am doing, you ask? Oh, I'm just completely re-organizing my dorm room, drinking coffee, skyping my most-awesome friend Kris and doing art homework. No biggie. And yes, I'll be up for another 2 hours.
I think I'm starting to collect blood in my caffeine system. Go go gadget Starbucks!
2D Art is by far the best class I have ever had. It almost trumps Creative Writing in Grade 12 high school... almost. Not quite. That was a fucking great year. But this is a sure-fire runner-up. I am having a blast. Just finished our printmaking section, and on to the cyanotype and etching.
I think this is what I want to do for the rest of my life - or a version of it. I look forward to this class the very second it's done, and when I'm there, I feel comfortable and capable and content. Tripple C's. I suppose that must be a sign, right? Plus my teacher fucking loves me, and my 2 buddies are a art-genius dreadhead-dude and a mind-gasm talented Asian hipster. Win.
Classes I don't like: [F]Art History, Introduction to [never writing] Prose Fiction, and ["Not allowed to 'DRAW'!"] Drawing 101. ie. all the other class i have.
I missed a class of the 'not-drawing' drawing class, and now I have to draw like, a billion things to make up for it. I mean, I get it, it's a 4-hour class, so a lot of shit was 'covered', but honestly, it's all a joke, and the proposed homework is for 5th-graders. Come on- a flipbook? make a line by pouring gravy in the snow/creating a spaghetti drawing/spill coffee on a piece of paper? Draw with a blindfold on for 10 minutes. LAME-O. I think I'll go art-attack style and make a 5-foot 'greyscale' image from coffee beans, whole-wheat rice and sugar... I better get an A.
My iTunes has been on shuffle for the last 6 hours. Only... 3 and 3/4 days of music left. It doesn't all fit on my iPod anymore. I guess it's time to upgrade!
I usually put it on shuffle, listen to a song, then manually shuffle with the arrow keys until I get so pissed off with the proposed choices that I just choose something. I might as well just take it off shuffle, but that takes so much effort to constantly think of songs.
ADDICTED TO ARTISTS: Ed Sheeran, The Script, Graham Colton
ADDICTED TO SONG: "Somebody that I Used to Know", Gotye ft. Kimbra
WHAT ELSE IS NEW? Hmmmm, let me think.
I have no money. Oh, well, that's not so new. But yeah. Broke. SO broke. Bought my last chocolate bar for like, a month, and savored it for an hour. That's a record for me. So pretty much I'm going to live on soup and granola bars, rice, noodles, oatmeal, eggs and corn for the next month. Blech. UNLESS I find a job. And that's... a whole 'nother story.
Made a pact to not smoke weed for...well, as long as possible. My heart condition doesn't like it. Derp.
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I should get started on my other homework. It's due tomorrow at lunch, after-all, and it hasn't even been DESIGNED yet. HAHAHA. oops.
Aufedersein, bitches.