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This is everything I wrote in my art history class yesterday. It was an hour and a half of class, and I remember about 10 random mins of it… guess that’s what I get for not sleeping for 3 days.
Dear Business majors:
You write Essays and get sleep. I hate you. But it’s O.K., because after all my all-nighters, when I graduate as a illustrator, I’ll write twisted shit and your children will read it.
My most favorite thing ever....
I love it when they put out free boxes of things at the gym! It’s like Christmas met Halloween, because you get the free stuff, but for all you know there could be drugs stuffed in those pointlessly small boxes of free tampons. The theme of today? “I have no idea what this is….But! I’M TAKING FIVE!” And that’s how I came back to my room with a ton of CD cover...
After spending a few long nights in the art building, it’s really weird seeing other students about in the day. It’s like “OAO/ WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!” Only it’s not my house and then they prance about.