oh god I’m writing this reading response and talking about how things are connected and FMA music comes on and now I wanna put in something about all is one one is all.
…except it’s about institutionalized racism so yeah.
this is like the first one I did for this class where I quoted a song about an anglerfish.
I am that person who can knit estonian lace in near-darkness while watching a movie about Farinelli and not fuck it up.
aka: I’m reknitting a pattern I knit before because the first shawl I made (the one that I wore in my senior pictures) has holes in it, sob, and I’m at the point where I have the pattern memorised.
10.20 pm is totally a good time to apply for a job at a paint store an hour south of here.
but hey if I get it I can live at home and commute with my mum.
conclusion: I am mildly terrified of apartment management companies.
love how the job of setting up appointments to go look at apartments is left to me.
dudes I’ve never tried to obtain an apartment in my life wtf.
apparently my costume history class was right to fear me, because I totally fucked up the curve. without me the average was like a low B.
I got a 102/100.
I feel like someone should make a t-shirt that says “I’m giving a motivational talk, now let me into goddamn Canada” and give it to John Green.