Man, fuck this.
Fuck this shit so hard.
Fuck this hard-heartedness.
I wasted 5 hours yesterday on this shit.
And I'm doing the same right now.
Fuckkk.
mkp.
February 16, 2010
Honestly,
I fucking hate math. Like srsly.
I don't get it. It's frustrating. It takes like 5 minutes just to do one problem, and getting to the solution part isn't even worth it. I'm trying to do my homework online, but I keep getting the answers all wrong and I don't know why. And I keep fidgeting in this chair, next to some kid I don't know. And she looks at me time to time, because maybe I look all crazy, kicking my legs and shaking my foot and tapping my nails on the desk compulsively. I bet I look annoying as hell.
On a positive note, there was a book sale at the Oviatt today. I bought a ton, and so now, I'm going to have to lug my weight in used books all the way across campus to where I parked my car. I got a few old classics for me, a couple for Crys, and a book about Old London for my sister. Oh, and I had to create a self portrait for Art 124 B, expressing who I am. I really enjoyed that project a whole lot and am satisfied completely with the outcome (and having to describe myself is really intimidating for me). Because I don't know where the fuck my camera is, I cannot post pictures of it (or any of my newest shtuffs) until I can borrow one from a friend.
After I finish this lame homework, I'm going to visit Lindsay, since the studio is right next to school now, and drop off an original for the art show. Grab lunch, nap, meet up with Crys and go back to school to study some moar. Awesome.
mkp.
I don't get it. It's frustrating. It takes like 5 minutes just to do one problem, and getting to the solution part isn't even worth it. I'm trying to do my homework online, but I keep getting the answers all wrong and I don't know why. And I keep fidgeting in this chair, next to some kid I don't know. And she looks at me time to time, because maybe I look all crazy, kicking my legs and shaking my foot and tapping my nails on the desk compulsively. I bet I look annoying as hell.
On a positive note, there was a book sale at the Oviatt today. I bought a ton, and so now, I'm going to have to lug my weight in used books all the way across campus to where I parked my car. I got a few old classics for me, a couple for Crys, and a book about Old London for my sister. Oh, and I had to create a self portrait for Art 124 B, expressing who I am. I really enjoyed that project a whole lot and am satisfied completely with the outcome (and having to describe myself is really intimidating for me). Because I don't know where the fuck my camera is, I cannot post pictures of it (or any of my newest shtuffs) until I can borrow one from a friend.
After I finish this lame homework, I'm going to visit Lindsay, since the studio is right next to school now, and drop off an original for the art show. Grab lunch, nap, meet up with Crys and go back to school to study some moar. Awesome.
mkp.
February 14, 2010
All You Can Eat Sushi
Has made me really full. Really, really full. I feel like my stomach has expanded twice as large as it is already, and soon it will explode into bits of rice and fish.
But last night and this morning were really fun. I love Chbcca Rawr! Happy Valentine's Day!
mkp.
But last night and this morning were really fun. I love Chbcca Rawr! Happy Valentine's Day!
mkp.
February 11, 2010
"The pink sheep of the family."
R.I.P. ALEXANDER MCQUEEN.-
Innovative, quirky, and so talented. Your endless creativity will always continue to inspire me.
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mkp.
February 10, 2010
Invitation.
“If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
-Shel Silverstein
mkp.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
-Shel Silverstein
mkp.
February 8, 2010
British Accents.
Why is it that whenever I blog, it is during my break before figure drawing? I'm so bored and hungry and annoyed, someone save me plz and bring me foodz. Oh, and someone needs to fix that damn parking permit pay box thing on E6... totally ruined my morning by making me walk ALL THE WAY to another lot just to pay $6 and walk back to put it on my dash.
So this last weekend was pretty fun. I really thought I'd feel bothered and annoyed by ze dranking and all, but it was actually quite fun. I'm not going to lie, me and Crys' Nerd Olympics outfits owned all of yours, sorry. Anyway, I think I'm kind of over that phase. It was more of an internal issue I needed to figure out first myself, maybe. I think it has to do with trust, and fear, and bad memories, and other stupid things. Maybe now I can come out of hiding and join your guys again? Too bad someone's leaving for a little more than a year (saaad!).
This weekend is going to be bomb though. But what am I going to do for 30 minutes before class?
mkp.
So this last weekend was pretty fun. I really thought I'd feel bothered and annoyed by ze dranking and all, but it was actually quite fun. I'm not going to lie, me and Crys' Nerd Olympics outfits owned all of yours, sorry. Anyway, I think I'm kind of over that phase. It was more of an internal issue I needed to figure out first myself, maybe. I think it has to do with trust, and fear, and bad memories, and other stupid things. Maybe now I can come out of hiding and join your guys again? Too bad someone's leaving for a little more than a year (saaad!).
This weekend is going to be bomb though. But what am I going to do for 30 minutes before class?
mkp.
February 3, 2010
Art 124 B.
starts at 11:00. What to do, what to do.
I think I'm the only one who still writes on this blog baby, considering the fact that everyone and their mother got abducted by tumblr aliens, and now I'm left here all alone. Hello? Does anyone still read this shizz?
But whatevz. I'm sticking to this blog because its easy and simple enough for me. I'm not going to make myself a tumblr account (or twatter or facefuck for that matter), so stop asking! Though, I am quite tempted to make a formspring.me account.
Anyway, yesterday was awesome. No, it was fucking incredible. Even though its now only a memory forever etched into my brain, I will never ever forget it. And I don't think I've felt as blatantly happy like that since that night you slept over. Hell, I don't really know if I've ever felt that way before. All I know is that for once, I expressed how I felt without having to open my mouth and babble on. And because those feelings were reciprocated, a whole mess of doubt has been eradicated from my mind.
I'm excite.
mkp.
I think I'm the only one who still writes on this blog baby, considering the fact that everyone and their mother got abducted by tumblr aliens, and now I'm left here all alone. Hello? Does anyone still read this shizz?
But whatevz. I'm sticking to this blog because its easy and simple enough for me. I'm not going to make myself a tumblr account (or twatter or facefuck for that matter), so stop asking! Though, I am quite tempted to make a formspring.me account.
Anyway, yesterday was awesome. No, it was fucking incredible. Even though its now only a memory forever etched into my brain, I will never ever forget it. And I don't think I've felt as blatantly happy like that since that night you slept over. Hell, I don't really know if I've ever felt that way before. All I know is that for once, I expressed how I felt without having to open my mouth and babble on. And because those feelings were reciprocated, a whole mess of doubt has been eradicated from my mind.
I'm excite.
mkp.
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