I still get hot and bothered by K and J-pop boy bands…this is bad. I’m almost thirty….they’re like…twelve.
Then I discovered that the girls in the room next to mine have a recorder group that tries to play movie soundtrack pieces at midnight on Mondays and Wednesdays.
The top two are from my after-class sunset on Tuesday, the bottom two are from today. I may make this a weekly type thing.
The photos aren’t great quality I know, but I like them.
This is the only piece of Bathroom Graffiti I have seen since I moved in, last Thursday. My new college is ridiculously cheerful.
So I’ve been skimming the syllabi, and it looks like ALL my teachers want to start RIGHT AWAY. I…I don’t have books, I’m going to be unprepared I…I will be THAT STUDENT. I can’t….maybe it won’t matter so much in the morning?
I am…nervous. Not consciously so, but I nearly threw up in my sleep, so I know I am definitely full of nerves. I hate driving, and even though Gmaps says it’s only about a two hour drive, I know for a FACT that it can take upwards of FOUR depending on traffic. And there is about a sixty mile strip with no pull offs for gas or bathroom breaks. Which means I won’t be able to eat anything, because bile is the bane of my existence.