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Question that I would actually like an answer on. Why is it every time something good/pleasant has happened today I have started to cry? Like I was laughing at working and as I sat back at my computer smiling, I started to sob. Does this happen because of hormones?stress?
(( -glares at blank paper- how dare you -hisses- WHY WONT YOU HELP ME PAPER?! I JUST WANT TO START SOULSTEALER YORICK >:U ))
I just got the most ignorant anon message. Just because I'm not black, doesn't mean that I can't show support to those poor innocent souls. My race has nothing to do with the fact that INNOCENT. PEOPLE. Are being executed right before our very eyes. And you care about MY race? You care that I'm a Mexican American woman, reblogging stuff that breaks my heart, to show my love and support? I'm not white. I feel disgusted to even be an American right now. Fuck you, and ALL your ignorant opinions! If I get one more message saying, "why did you reblog that? You aren't even black", one more time, I'm blowing a casket. You. Are. Ignorant. I can show support for/to who I want too. Think about if that were YOU being slaughtered. YOU losing a family member. YOU having to prove your innocence to some sick, pathetic, ridiculous ass cops, who probably butt fuck each other, and get off on this shit. This is fun to them, obviously. No. I'm not talking to you anons, right now. Leave me alone.
So there's a hot guy in work who arrived last Tuesday. He looks like Tyler Hoechlin - really like him!! As in beard, hair style, and his shoulders are to die for. Today he's sitting beside me. I have no idea how I'm going to concentrate on anything!!
I dun goofed
We had our midsemester evaluations today for Illustration and I went in for the wrong time. I swore he said 1:40 but I guess I was actually supposed to be at 1:20. He said it was no big deal because he would just switch me and this other kid who was supposed to go after me, but somehow things ended up running later and I feel awful for throwing the whole class off.
I also forgot like, half of my work. For whatever reason I forgot that "in class work" was even a thing. Not that I like any of it and I stashed it all under my bed where hopefully I'll never have to see it again so 'outta sight outta mind'. But Greg was pretty not pleased and it made me feel really shitty.
And yet again I fall into a midlife crisis of "what am I even doing with my life right now."
and I just want to cry.
Why is sticky-tape only sticky when I'm trying to get it off me?
