We've read a couple stories in my EN211 class. The two I just looked at to read were A Rose for Emily and Girl (that story that's a list of what to do and what not to do... kind of) Point being, we read both of these in A.P. Depressing.

The photography studios are really sweet.. I could spend a lot of time in that creepy dark room. Wouldn't have to worry about a tan in there. I think, if I ever have money, I could pick this up for a hobby. Who has time for hobbies lately?
Not this art major, no sir.
So tired.

I don't know how people survive in Houghton without 4 wheel drive.
Nathaniel left to get donuts.
Excellent.
Happy, sleepy, good mood.
Island in the Sun - Weezer

I also love how two of the people that I really like here and hang out with were both born on the same day as tiffany...

Class was canceled again, doesn't really matter to me as I don't have classes canceled on friday... I think the administration is full of pansies. I walked down to hedgecock with julia and sure my legs were numb and my eyes were watering with the cold and my nose hairs were freezing.. But it wasn't like we were dying. And the suns out and it's gorgeous. I kind of want to go to the lake and greet him again. "Hello, Mr. Superior, it's been awhile. How're you? Slightly frozen? And so I see..."
..Anyways we walked to hedgecock and tried 3 entrances and they were all locked because classes were canceled. which was stupid because people don't even have classes there... It's the financial aid building.. Pfft. You'd think they'd stay open so the kids who don't have classes can finally get something done while they're not busy.
And I just got sleepy. Must finish packalacking.... And let my car run for half an hour to warm up.
This was sort of boring. 

Class canceled due to "inclement weather" Pfft, it's only -8 today.
Going back to bed.

Christ almighty.. It was 2 degrees this morning when I walked to class and 5 degrees when I walked back.
Did I mention Phegan complimented me? And I got all the way back to my dorm before I realized this got a happy sense of satisfaction. Take that Haske, you balding Ass Prof.

Me: *finally digging into part of Tiffany's care package of mini oreos*
Jenny: *Brings out own packs of regular oreos*
Me: *eyes Jenny and slowly moves stolen milk away* Yous be gettin' none of my milk for dippin' yo' cookehs...
Jenny: I don't needs it.
Me: My cookies may be small but theys good fo' dippin'.....

I just got really excited about my classes. I hope things will go well this semester, I'm not taking those stupid blow off classes that they make us take. I just felt really optimistic. I'm taking that english course that will hopefully go well, Writing and Literature. Which is what I liked doing in A.P English, I really didn't care for writing fiction or poetry...gag. I liked writing the essays. Kind of. It was like love hate thing. I just realized something. If I was confident when writing an essay or paper I tended to get like.. a 3. But if I was pretty sure I was going to fail he ended up giving me a 7 or an 8 on the first try! It's like that in drawing. The first and only drawing my prof complimented me on was one that I really didn't like. I think the only reason he liked it because it was all scribbly and he liked sloppy, loose things.............. He likes his drawings like his women HAH

Anyways. I'm excited because I'm taking three art classes and only one english course. I think I should get a job this semester.
I feel anxious about money.
I'm kinda nervous about the whole 3 art classes thing because that's a big work load for someone who rarely finishes things.......... *nervous laugh*

I dunno. I'm finally excited to go back.
Cathy said I should get job conseling. That's a good idea.

I want to learn how to use illustrator, I think I'm gonna try to find some tutorials online...

I feel there's so many things I want to do... I just need to do them.
Make like Nike, yo...

My computer battery is at 9%........
I think I'm done now.

HAHAHAHA Ok. So I'm really content right now and optimistic so I just wanted some way to express that and share the overall contentedness with everyone.
So. This is what I came up with...

CAREBEAR STAREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...And I'm spent.

I'm on the last 30 or so pages of The Amber Spyglass and it's very hard for me to bring myself to read them. I don't really want to cry. So I don't think I'll read anymore for awhile.

It's sort of odd. I keep thinking of how I'll explain. And I don't know how. Thing is, and I'm already aware of this, I don't really need to explain myself to people. But it seems like I should figure it out.

I should also stop blocking/forgeting.