today i got the award for “best dressed” at the writing center end of the year pizza party, because duh, and last week i got the award for best chinese student (academic excellence) and li yang said the nicest things about me like how i was the best and how it’s rare for students to be able to understand and comprehend tones so quickly and she thinks i’m cut out for fluency and stuff and then for a grad prezzie tyler got me an old chinese calligraphy set with rice paper and it’s got like a powdered ink pot and water pot and four bamboo brushes and IT’S SO COOL
had a dream that dr. neck tattoo tried to kiss me at a caged bus stop, but got in a fight with tyler, then was actually bat shit crazy trying to steal the family jewels at a british royal family function. my dad also learnt about my smoking after i dropped them in a pool of infected water that was supposedly fine to swim in. there’s more but i can’t stop thinking about kissing DNT
last ever shift at the writing center and i haven’t worn my name tag in months whoops
I’M HAVING SORT OF A CRISIS RIGHT NOW IS THIS NORMAL
Minneapolis Institute of Arts / Ice Baby
“… with a twist ending that will blow your mind!”
must be finals time!!!
figured out my next two tattoos ugh finally
going to pilsen again tomorrow to eat pizza drink beer schmooze and stuff envelopes at curbside headquarters (JSK’s loft) with the author of the book i’m single-handedly publicizing
my boyfriend is cute
i don’t work until friday!!