Should I start a blog for photowhoring myself posing and dressing like a hipster?
The reason I would do so would be to allow me to apply to lookbook.nu, an "edgy" and completely lolarious website with such photos.
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The males on there are especially... bahahahahaaaa.
I really want to see if I could get accepted on there, for shits and giggles, with tongue-in-cheek photos. This is akin to me running for prom queen a while ago.

So what say you all?


Also... who is up for an LVA raid the day classes are back in session?

is really fucking potent.
And although it's calmed my coughing to one hack fest every few minutes and has soothed a lot of the pain, I'm also on an antibiotic because yellow globs of phlegm fail are apparently bad.

Winter break, hurrah.

Until mid-January.

I will see HOMIES.
I will have access to a LEGIT KITCHEN for the making of LEGIT FOOD.
I will visit my HIGH SCHOOL.
I will have CRAZY STORIES.
I will rock the shit out of my DRIVING TEST.
I will get a HAIRCUT.
I will SLEEP.
I will hopefully not be awkwardly asked by my parents about SEX.
Though apparently telling two doctor parents that I had a bladder infection confirmed their suspicions. Fail.

ANYWAY, HOPEFULLY THEY WILL NOT MENTION IT AND LET ME BE LAZY AND SLEEP

And now I must clean out my art stuff across campus. It's cooooold. D:

Coming up on reading week, which is when the majority of my finals are, and then finals week, during which I have only one final. Durhur.

Also, bladder infection for the lose (see see see? I made a joke with the "mood" I selected.)
Thank sweet baby jebus for antibiotics. I refuse to be in pain for finals.

My boyfriend has discovered that I'm ticklish. Fuck.
IT'S NOT FAIR, he's bigger than me and can hold me down.




And then and then and then on December 18th, I will be back in Las Vegas until mid-January. HIT ME UP, YO.

I regret not going home for Thanksgiving.
Most awkward, lonely Thanksgiving break I have ever experienced. Campus was deserted, looked like zombies could have been hiding anywhere. Went to a family friend's house for the evening, which was nice, but there's something even more unpleasant about being privy to another family's heated arguments and personal b33f than just dealing with your own.

Come on, Monday.