Somehow my self portrait for art class turned into a prettier and more elf-like version of me.

I’ve realized that I spend a good portion of my time reminding (convincing) myself that certain things don’t matter, so I shouldn’t care. But there’s a fault to this. I interpret not caring as not being bothered by something, and while the two do correlate, I cause myself to believe that I can simply skip feeling bothered or upset or hurt. Sometimes it’s necessary to feel those things.

I really didn’t expect drawing to become my least favorite class, but it did. I hadn’t had an art class since middle school, and on the first day when she said it was okay if you didn’t have experience, I felt less nervous. I thought, “Okay, so she’s still going to demonstrate things.” Nope. Not the case. What’s the point of having a class about drawing if you aren’t taught some basic skills about drawing?

I just bought tickets to go see Vampire Weekend in September. Gahhhh. So excited :3

So far my day has consisted of eating breakfast and going over every thing that I did/said last night, and feeling extreme embarrassment.

“You need to find yourself a good man.”

Oh. Shit. Really? And all this time I’ve been thinking that I need to find a guy that is actually horrible for me. Guess my efforts have been a complete waste. Thanks for setting me straight.

I ordered a weighted hula hoop. I WILL HAVE THE TIGHTEST CORE EVER.

Fun fact: didn’t know how to hula hoop until a week or so ago, but the 2nd grade girls that I’m in charge of at my job encouraged me to keep trying. This is my life.

I’m so ridiculously excited for my courses next semester. In addition to being the screening coordinator, I’m taking four anthropology courses. I’m going to be learning about the history of anthropology (eh, not too excited for this one), disease in prehistory (yes. a thousand times, yes), primate behavior and ecology, and evolutionary genetics.

Be still my beating heart.

Today I spent three hours wandering the city with a boy I’d never met before. And it was nice. I hope to to wander with him again.

Today as I was leaving Linda’s office building, I bumped into a guy walking his dog. He had long hair pulled in a messy bun and was wearing an Avengers t-shirt. His dog was so excitable that I had to stop and pet her. Her name was Sadie. She was going crazy, so I said that she must smell my dogs and he asked what kind of dogs I have. He then proceeded to apologize for her jumping and held open the door for me. I have no idea how old he was (maybe mid-twenties?), but I got this good vibe from him. Weird? Whatever!

Sortamaybekinda hope that he is a customer at the comic book store in that area. Just because. Because why not?