How the fuck do you find a decent guy that likes you.

I’m not even kidding.

Answer me.

?

The busses have been brutal. I don’t think people understand how difficult it is to try and ride the busses everyday when you have all of your art supplies and your heavy portfolio and the bus is packed and you can’t reach the bar at the top of the ceiling because you are too short.

Not to mention I found out that my roommate is going behind my back about something.

AND one of my canine teeth has a cavity or a crack or something because it hurts like hell. I can barely drink coffee or milk because it hurts from the heat and cold.

As a side note, I finally convinced my parents to give me one of their cars because of the bus situation, but even that is becoming a hassle because my mom thinks I can’t drive and is giving me all of these rules about using the car that are crazy.

So I’m almost finished with my essay and “The Point of No Return” from Phantom of the Opera comes on. How symbolic.

So many things going on this weekend and next week. And then Guild Wars 2 is released. And then classes start. And then all those events that UNT has during the first week of classes that I probably won’t go to, but get excited about anyway.
SEW OVERWHELMED.

I have only been home for four hours and I’m already ready to go back to my dorm. How am I supposed to stay the whole weekend???

Please join me in a moment of silence for my wallet.

So far, I don’t need any textbooks for my classes. I’m hoping my other two classes will follow suit.

My anthropology professor referred to Community and Betty White multiple times today.

So as soon as I sit down to eat in the new cafeteria on campus, they make us evacuate due to a “electrical problem” causing excessive smoke.

I am dreading going back to my dorm room. I hate everything about dorm rooms. I thought living 10 feet away from someone wouldn’t be so hard.

My roommate says I sleep too much.

It’s because I do all-nighters to finish artwork and need to catch up on sleep so I take naps the next day. But that’s just how I operate. I can’t work on some big piece of art for an hour each day. With the small space and large pieces of paper, it’s difficult to get all my supplies out and put all of them up all the time, so I just finish the piece all at once, or almost all at once.

I got put with the one person on the floor that has 15 thousand things to do at once and is always busy with her sorority and crazy boyfriend and socializing and being high and shit. That’s not her fault, its how she is. But I chose to be on the art community floor for a reason: so that I would hopefully be put with someone like myself, someone who is a nerdy artist and weird and isn’t in a sorority. That’s a lot to ask for, but everyone else on the floor fits that description much better than my roomie does. I don’t connect with her, and it seems pointless to try and be good friends with her because it’s pretty clear that after this year I basically won’t see her ever again.

Thanks for listening, Tumblr.