So college is hard and you get no sleep. The end. I am always distracted by shit; especially the internet and people. I should be homeworking now. Ughhh.

Here's a painting thing I did; real bad quality photo, but I'm happy with how it came out. It's real colorful. It's a creative self portrait of dinosaurs vs. unicorns. Unicorns lost, by the way, even though they were aided by the Flying Narwhals.



And there I am with my white glasses and purple hair (though you can't see it cause it's dark). But whatevs. I'm excited for Animal Collective the 29th.

Also I've been getting more into music since I came here. This is definitely a good thing, I think. Especially cause I bought a baby accordion and me and my roomies went to Rittenhouse Square with a bunch of instruments and in a half hour we made 18 dollars. And then we used it for milk and cereal. It was brilliant. MUCH GLORY WAS TO BE HAD.

But I also really like singing and would like to actually sing in a band. It would be lots of fun even if I am not super fantastic.


I HATE CUTTING PAPER.


Also. I'm pretty sure crushing is the worst feeling possible. But I guess that makes sense. I mean really; a crush crushes you. And I'm crushed. Crushing actually depresses me because I want so much and I'm so sure the person I crush on... doesn't. He is very awkward in his own way. I am very awkward. I don't want to bother him; I don't want to be clingy. I don't want to give him the wrong signals either. I don't know. I act on impulse. I can't with him though; I don't know how he'd react. I don't want to make moves all of the time.

I wish he'd call me for once. That would be nice. Or if we could just hang out and do homework and listen to music and drink tea and chat now and then and crack jokes to break silences. I like doing things, but not all of the time.
I don't need much to be satisfied.