Naked

Here, I'm sitting in my most vulnerable state. Sorta. I'm avoiding the topic of Art Center vs. Loma Linda because to be frank, I just really don't give a fat fuck tonight.

My Religious Studies 101 and AAS 107 class are super dope. I love the vibes and I definitely appreciate my professors. I haven't attended my geography class yet (I will tomorrow), but I don't like my creative writing class. The vibes aren't there for me. Everyone I've met have been friendly, but everyone seems to self centered and shallow in the class. On top of that, I hate sharing personal things with people I don't know. Creative Writing  is supposed to be an outlet, not a hindrance.

I wasn't able to get any science or math classes. Big whoop.

My (bottom) lip is getting better ever since I bought vaseline, along with a ton of other shit I didn't need but saw in the "dollar stop" at Target (Granada Hills). Hahah. I willingly spent $14.09 on a mini tub of Vaseline, a Valentines day card that I may be sending to Karl, two notepads (one that is for memos and one that organizes groceries and meals), two tiny grow pots (one for "Forget-Me-Not" flowers and another for strawberries—they act as little Valentines Day presents), a flimsy hanging sweater storage that I'm returning ASAP, and a small journal.

I'm dreading driving to San Diego tomorrow. I haven't even been here for a week and driving to San Diego tomorrow feels like such a chore. I'm almost positive when I come back here, I probably won't be visiting San Diego often...except that I know I need to be back next Friday again so I can help bring people to UCSD's high school conference. Blah. Maybe I can take out some energy by shopping—because duh, money isn't expendable. I should get a job.