usually i don't write these. yeah. right.
i have just pulled two all-nighters in a row. and i'm still not done all my silly homework. who says arts students have it easy?
hey. how many arts students does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
one, but she gets three credits for it.
today, in
the photocopy place, some
pop-can scavenger got really pissed at me 'cause i wouldn't give him my
water bottle. well, it was mine, damnit. and i need something to
drink out of.
yesterday, we decorated bikes at beavers. the crabby 50-year old mother of a 5 year old kid got in huge fight with her ex. it was fun to watch.
the day before yesterday, i met achan. but not on purpose. i was on the bus and he was on the bus. right now, i'm so tired that i can't be sure it really happened. it seems kinda like a weird dream. understandable, since that night i had a dream that night that a) i met him, and 2> he was stephen hawking. it just didn't seem right.
he gave me a business card. capitalist show-off, so i guess i couldn't have made it up.