I've been thinking about getting a pixie cut... I had my hair pulled back today and I glanced in the window next to me at my reflection and... well I could see it working out nicely, actually. Maybe I will, although anything I do to my appearance is basically to score chicks and the chick well is dry no matter what I do.
I refuse to lose weight though. I know that's what it is and I totally refuse it. It's too much suffering and misery to give up my eight meals a day consisting of oreo cookies. ...Well maybe one day. I should cut out soda though, for sure. Soda and energy drinks. I have such bad stomach acid. My stomach is like a disgusting eco system that demands perfect balance and any diet, change in food, change in portion size or anything of the like basically makes it rebel with intense spasmic pains. I need to get that fixed. Maaan... weight loss. Do I ever shut up about it? My aunt is so obese and she literally never gets off the couch, not even to answer the door. That's going to be me, you know. In the future. But at least she's married. Apparently she was thin at first. I don't even have that. Mother fucker.
There are SO many projects going down. I'm jealous that the Ottawa U kids have a reading week this week. It fills me with a rage that blinds me. I want a reading week! Don't I get a reading week too?! Apparently some kid at Ottawa U killed themself out of stress. Which is terrible, of course, but surely we have had at least one person at Algonquin do that too... I mean... SURELY. With this work load?
My web design class is like that one girl I try to impress who fails to notice how devoted I am. I love HTML coding and I really do think I want to do it as a career but my prof is a cruel and unforgiving mistress. There's no explainable reason to account for why I'm failing the class. I should not be failing this fucking class. Christ. I couldn't stand it if I failed the thing I love the most, you know? I bust my ass at it, I have a blast doing it... I misunderstood the instructions on one assignment and BAM. Failed. That's it. No room for mistakes here!
If I get a C I'm totally redoing it again. Fuck that. It'll be my victory lap.
All morning I've been listening to 'Big Brother' by David Bowie. It makes me want to read 1984, kind of. I read Animal Farm in grade 12 and I didn't hate it.
Why do I have an exposed tooth root?! Like, it's actually a hole in the top by the gum, that's how exposed it is. I need to get this shit taken care of wtf. I keep tonguing at it.
