Good... And Good for You

i have a question... why isn't there lightning and thunder during a snowstorm?

it's not a good thing for me to be awake at 2:30 in the morning, in fact, i avoid it at all costs because late at night my brain has a chance to unwind and all of a sudden i process a lot of information that i didn't have time to deal with during the day, like how i turned in a mix cd for an assignment in a graphic design class with a green day song on it. and that green day song has the f-word in it ... a few times.

the song from "my fair lady" should have been: "why can't a man be more like a gay man?"

today i sat next to my new best friend. i can only assume that his name is corey. sigh... and i love him. he seemed so happy to be in our design class, even though he wasn't paying attention at all. in the movie i constructed in my mind, corey is a tireless dreamer, and i am his cynical best friend who wears simple yet stylish outfits, gives down-to-earth advice, and rolls her eyes a lot. we're inseparable. corey is incredibly talented and i encourage him. we're so happy... ...until corey meets some skinny, blond girl -i can only assume her name is libbie- who's the exact opposite of me... the best friend... and they fall in love and i'm left to fend for myself and even though i feel positively wretched, i still comfort him when he and libbie have a fight and i even help him win her back. but does he remember me? no!! he and libbie live happily ever after while i continue a lonely, miserable life which i mask with sarcasm and bitterness until i DIE!!!! at which poin

the good news is, for the first time in over two months i was attracted to someone. the bad news is, it was a random scrubby guy in my drawing class.

i became queen of the computer nerds in my graphic design class when i all too easily guessed that this semester's lab password was "parrot". there was a picture of a parrot by the sign in space. i am smart and they are stupid. also... my drawing teacher came into class and announced that my biggest impediment to the art process is... my brain. also... work boy and i have a combined kissing total of 100 people. take that how you will.

i love being an art student because i sit next to people named forest and versaille. i love that at some point i'm always asked to draw my shoe as a self portrait of myself. ooo! and i love that i go to school straight from work so i'm usually wearing 5 layers of my scrubbiest, sugar encrusted clothes but i have yet to be the worst attired individual in the room. ya, being an art student is nice, even though i don't fit in. i laugh at every shoe/self portrait assignment and i scorn both forest and versaille for there poor fashion sense. but worst of all i don't fall for any of the crap my free spirited art teachers dish out. still, i love being an art student.

...you would know the following things... #1 i'm much more easy going when i'm highly medicated on codeine. #2 i am in love with mr. darcy... seriously. #3 i undoubtedly do the worst "wayne's world" impression EVER. #4 i took a quiz and it told me that if i were a disney princess i would be snow white. #5 the only problem that chocolate can not solve, is nausea.