standing

This is coming from the girl who has eaten nothing but Rally's and shit from Einstein's Bagels today, but I think the reason why today was entirely unbearable was there was SO MUCH DAMN STANDING. 8am comes quick to a tired little Paige, and it seems the rest of the day is a fight to the death to make it through.

My design class went to the AIGA 365 show this morning, and of course I didn't have enough money for the meter, and it's snowing and freezing...and once inside Deb tells us that "This is our Christmas and we should be just itching to walk around and touch and analyze everything like it's the best day of our lives." All I can think is.. Maybe with 5 more hours of sleep I'd like this. But you know what Deb? I quit believing in Santa Claus years ago,so can I please go the fuck home? I don't care if this makes me a bad designer. I'm going to assert that it makes me human. Before I could make my stealthy escape some self-righteous bitch who was eavesdropping across the room left her spot to come argue with me over the background color of a poster that I said made the type illegible......

......

So then what felt like soon after, we stood for basically the entire printmaking class watching demos. If I didn't know it before, today was my revelation that I'm terribly afflicted with ADD. I'm going to start taking aderol intravenously carrying around one of those stands like in the hospital. Or ridilin. Or whatever they give kids these days who pretend to have this disorder. Anyway. Now I am in bed grunging it up and wishing to relive the glory of my 50,234 calorie lunch.Also most definitely avoiding any standing whatsoever.

rain

I always feel just a little bit behind everyone else.

auditory

I like the way my heels thud when I cross the linoleum so that I can hear it in my brain. I like the way when I eat frosted flakes I can't hear anything else but my own crunching.

side note

I LOVE MY NEW APARTMENT. Zero Mary. Zero mold. 100 percent satisfaction.

anecdote

I call this "Psuedo Artsy Sorority Bitch Part 252,670"

scenario:

- email sheet is being passed around my painting class(that I didn't end of being able to add"

-girl next to me with a weird accent and a mom haircut/sweater hands me the sheet and holds out a pen

-I reach for the pen

-pseudo artsy sorority bitch: " UM that's MY pen"

-me:....Oh....sorry.....

-psuedo artsy sorority bitch: "I mean...you can use it if you want...."

-me:uh....no thanks.

i got

one of these!!!!!!!

I need to go to mommies of puppies school or something because I have zero clue how to train this dog!

one of these