Me: Well, Jenny-Bear, I'm off to work.
Jenny: Ok, hun, bring home the bacon.

XD Golly, I adore this girl.

Several private entries and backspaces later...
Trivial normal day things. Shallow and unimportant.
Met with advisor. Was advised. He has big brown eyes, pale skin and a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow.
I like him. I didn't even care that I babbled.
I hope scheduling works out.
"Critique" in freshmen class. Pfft.
I love Tom Wolfe. The hippy.
I loved talking about everything. Never put so much thought into stuff like that. It's like poetry sometimes. It looks pretty like poetry sounds and to someone it's meaning is endless.
Sounds like that could be stitched on a pillow.
Watching old movie.
Dorms feel like home. Except the general amount of germs and such. That's not homey at all.
Mmmwhatchasssaaaayyyy
Oh so lyrical.
That's it. I feel as if a couple of sounds could explain everything.
*rereads sentence* I meant to say songs. Freudian slip?
Peeerrhaaaps.

So. Ok. I'm so excited. I'm excited that I'm excited. Drawing again.
And it's been one of the ideas that's been stuck in my head. I feel like calling McClure.
"Mmm, yess, hello? Yeah, it's Nicole... What'd'ya mean Nicole whoo? You're ruining this for me. I'm drawing vegetables and I'm excited. Bye."
I was in Amy/Julia's room last night with like... 8 other people and I started drawing with the prismacolors.... *sighs lovingly* It's been almost a year.
And Obama was giving his speech and I got goosebumps and hard nipples.
And I'm like.. "Ok. I dunno if it's Obama or these color pencils.. But everyone... I have hard nipples."
They liked to think it was Obama.
Tra la la la.

Oh. And I love Cambells selects healthy vegy soups. Amazing.

Well, I hope this works.

I don't know where this head ache came from. Fucking ow.
I really need to get motivated.
But I can't.
I feel very discouraged right now.
Mmm.. Chocolate.
"C'mon over and we'll have some beer and chili, eh..."
I don't think i'm going to do twelve hours of sketching. I know it's the bare minimum but I'm just bsing it anyways. I might as well take my time on it and make it look decent instead of trying to make it look like I have a mediocre amount of talent even though I do all the sketching hours.
But I do plan on working on the portfolio sort of stuff.
Must not get distracted with terrible fanfiction.
Must draw.
Must not be depressed.
Must not worry about scheduling.
Must not think about summer.
Must write those.. things that I've been trying to write for over a month.
Must fill up on gas.
Fuck. I meant to do that.
Must get birth certificate.
Must buy birthday gift for brother.
Must care.
Must care.
Must not feel guilty about not caring.
...
..
*brain spasm*
OHMIGAWD TWILIGHT
Only a couple more weeks.



I love my roommate. I really do. I'm so lucky. I think I'll get her a valentines day gift just like a good wifey should.

...
Sigh.
mihssimi. afsd.jfnadsjkfh;dsgh

FLUFFEH

*stares in horror*
I just realized...
somewhere... in another universe... Buffy kills Edward.
Thank goodness we're in this one.

So I was all meeeeh about life and sitting here and scheduling and not doing homework
but then I found baby mama on quicksilverscreen.com and now I'm all HAHAHAH about life and not doing homework.

It works.

I realize that I should be enjoying this.
And so that's the only issue.
The issue is, that I'm making an issue of it.
I guess I'm only taking 16 credits next semester.
And one art class.
Ugggh.
but it's with my previous drawing professor... so maybe he'll like push me.
Watch out, he's a pusher.
No art history all week. Whee sleep.
Hat's almost finished.

Amy: So where's the Matrix? (That's the local "dance club" in marquette *snort*)
Nicole: *says in Morpheus voice* It's all around you, Amy, it's everywhere...

Went to that gay/straight alliance costume dance.
Terrible.
But there was this girl (I'm pretty sure she was a girl...She could have been a really hot drag queen)
And she was dressed as "the morning after" and she was wearing a wrinkled man's shirt and ONLY that O.O and her hair was all tousled and she was HOT.

Comedy sportz was nice.

Pretty woman is on.
Sigh.

*stares at winter semester schedule*
Mediocre at best.
No matter what, if I try to keep the workstudy job, I can only take on art class.
And I feel like a failure.

So I'm pretty sure I walked in on my suitemate and her boyfriend.
I thought Summer was there because I had talked to her 5 minutes before hand.
So I knocked and gave a "Yo, yo, yo"
And turned the corner and.
Well, they weren't naked but there was some definate scuffling for covers.
Fuck.

How is it that I can score the same on one test (that I study for) and on another test that I didn't study for.
These silly average grades are bothering me.

Interesting weekend.
Bleh.
Bored sleepy mood.
Exams
Drawing.
Knitting. Yes, knitting.
Fuck.
My entire brain feels like one giant clusterfuck right now.
UGGGH
I don't even know, y'knowwwwwww
Can't wait for next weekend
Pshaaawwwwwwwwwww

Update..
Whoo.
I love college.
Except for that whole work thing.

The art department is very scary this late. With weird creepers whistling.
I'm sure it gets better outside.

*stares at monitor's screen* I think I might be possibly looking at a real live naked man.
O.O...

I feel bleh.
I feel like I can't focus. And yeah.. I know about the study lounge but it's my room I should be able to stay in it comfortably. With out scary hulking Grendel presences...
Next time she's in there... I'm going to just come out naked and scare the shit out of her. And say, "Sorry, I have to be naked now, can you leave?"
That would be a hoot.

And I have so much sketching to do. I am doing it... I was just checking my bank account... and thought I'd rant for a moment.

Ugh. There's no reason I should behave this way. I'm not even pmsing.
dsaklfdls;kg'lsdhg
I would very much like to read a good sappy book or watch a sappy book.

I feel like I'm constantly being watched!
*shifty eyes*
Not like the "someone's watching me..."
But like the... there's so many people around that I can't watch a chick flick without them coming in and watching it with me and ruining it!
askldvnas;klbn

Omgspace
my bubble.
I don't even care about my roommate. Or my suitemate. They can stay if they want.
Just get Grendel and the Troll Wife out.
I wanted to kill Shana today. She came in while I was napping "Jenny..? Jenny? JENNNY????"
She obviously isn't here you obese HOOKER! GET THE FUCK OUUUUT
*heathcliff face*

Ok so Jenny and I were super naughty. Ashley (my suitmate) and her boyfriend brought home a box that they found on the road while driving home one night. In it they found three massive rolls of toilet paper....
So Jenny and I decided that while Ashley and Summer (my other suitmate) were gone for the weekend we were going to do some.. uh.. redecorating.
So basically we TP-ed their entire rooms. Pictures will be on facebook along with one or two videos of the entire ordeal.
We might get written up.. but I think it's worth it.
Mwhahah..