Our final design project was 14 cards of any kind- playing, tarot, ect. I did a series of star wars themed major arcana and my professor called me a nerd.
But guess who has two thumbs and got one of her classmate’s Theoi themed card sets? THIS MOI.
Tag: oc
Last two exams today
I did an all nighter last night- and I, being a bear who needs as much hibernation as possible, was led, in the last finals week of senior year, to not give any fucks whatsoever about anything. Thus.
I ended my final Italian essay (on drugs) with “Fight the power”
My “Lifestyle” Palettes homework assignment that I had to catch up on from the beginning of the quarter for 2D design ended up including colors such as:
- Internal screaming orange
- External screaming orange
- Hello darkness my old friend maroon
- Paranoia pink, or is it??? (which is actually green)
- You’re fucking kidding me red
- FUCK red
- Haven’t slept in two days so my eyes are red pink
- Escapism silver
- and last but not least, MORE COFFEE AT 5AM green
Getting close to the end of my rope here
Over the last week or so, more people I know and like have been defending CONVICTED rapists because the perpetrator/s are rich and famous.
I’m getting really fucking tired of this shit
I JUST MET A DOG WHOSE NAME WAS BOOGER
So I saw a very small lizard today, and also a small grey poodle mix gave me a kiss on the hand
There is literally an argument in poem form going on on my dash
Something hit me the other day
When I first came to college, I was really surprised to find that a majority of my friends, if not almost all of them either didn’t care about animals or flat out didn’t like them- and my first reaction was ”Jesus what a bunch of psychopaths”. Then yesterday (the end of senior year…), I realized, because I was home schooled and I wasn’t able to make long term connections with people my own age until I went to go work at the zoo at 16, my entire high school social experience was centered around the zoo. So while everyone I knew in high school (EVERYONE) loved animals with a passion and were concerned with proper husbandry and conservation- those people were the minority, simply concentrated in a small area.And realizing that is weird….
Fortunately, Tall Friend was getting a glass of water and heard me knocking and let me in
Sleep time
ಠnಠ
So I’m sitting on the floor of the hallway outside The Boy’s apartment…and have been for more than thirty minutes. According to our texting app he hasn’t checked his phone, which I know is because he really needs some distraction time and is playing GTA, but…..I can’t skip my night meds, and when I left to hit my place to get pajamas, I left my backpack (and all my pills) in his room…
So here I sit blogging hamsters. He’ll check his phone before he sleeps….in a few hours.
This is punishment for not working on my Italian memorization, isn’t it?
Where are my bipolar witches at?
The Carving Witch 