rescued roommate's leftovers. mealy from being left out all day, but i've eaten worse. some kind of squid noodles.
he's behind me right now, working on a final art project. pastel. some blooming peach beside an erect glass bottle. no symbolism. not laughing. serious business.
six more days til the final and i don't know how to integrate. i have successfully procrastinated by doing laundry, cleaning all the dishes, taking out the trash, scrubbing the sink, folding all my clothes (pairing up all the wayward socks), cooking dinner, and writing this thing here.
should cut my hair cuz no amount of business attire cancels out jesus hair--and i'm finding housing, finding jobs. my boyfriend ran his fingers through it and said he liked it. which is great! cuz we are breaking up in two weeks perhaps. he has to graduate and do grown up things and i have to keep up this undergrad existential crisis for another two years.
he's oversleeping all his appointments and playing minesweeper at 4 am.
best friend is feeling ill from stress. not doing well in bio. bby that's my liiiife. all the bios. i offer sympathy, sort of.
on the upside! tumblr is full of great sex advice. haven't tried putting condoms on with my mouth. that'll be fun. IN TWO WEEKS AFTER ALL THESE GODDAMN FINALS.
on a schmoyoho marathon. "why? why? manti?"