21 is sinkin' in

I've been buying a lot of stuff lately. I guess i think it's okay to justify it with "it's my birthday!" But now that my day has passed completely, I present you with my final gift to myself...

Laundry by Shelli Segal, I love you.

Today I had my final... so now I roast a turkey. Yes, a turkey... in AUGUST!

[photo of turkey here]  i'll get to posting it later. I gotta check on bird.

ugh... working everyday of the week sucks... somebody shoot me.

this does not feel like summer.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

i decided that it was time for a change. so change i did.

i'm worrying about how badly my boss is going to freak out tomorrow... i went out and bought a headband in my desperate state... hopefully this will make it look a little less extreme.

i have pretty much run out of ways to rebel, aside from a tattoo. if my mother saw this she would want to drop dead or make ME want drop dead... (can you image what it was like to tell her i was going to major in ART?!)

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and why is puja the only one to point out the am/pm mistake?

I think I'm going to die a horrible death this fall...

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday
8:00 am
8:30 am
9:00 am
9:30 am	WORK	WORK	WORK	WORK	WORK
10:00 am
10:30 am
11:00 am
11:30 am
12:00 am	Italian 2		Italian 2		Italian 2
12:30 am		Italian 2		Italian 2
1:00 am
1:30 am					WORK
2:00 am	Advanced	Advanced	Advanced	Advanced
2:30 am	Painting	Ceramics	Painting	Ceramics
3:00 am
3:30 am
4:00 am
4:30 am

I think I have sold my soul to the school.

HERE'S THE UPDATE:
I got a job at the dean's office!!! yay!!! I now work for the art school I HATE! I work in the same office as the guy who recruited at my high school. Though I wouldn't call it recruiting since he basically told all of us that UCLA couldn't care less if we didn't apply since it's the Harvard of art schools. BUT I GOT IN! HA! IN YOUR FACE BITCH! ... at least he's a nice guy, I guess.

I saw The Devil Wears Prada. T'was sweet and refreshing. It made me want to shop... and work at an office that I can rule over and be a bitch. Such movies and TV shows (Project Runway) really make me mourn what I could have been. I was accepted to design school for costume and textiles... I could be designing costumes and making weaves and... (academically) happy. Yet, here I am a senior who resents the School of Arts and Architecture. I find more joy in doing office work for the school than attending the classes which I should be passionate about. The school doesn't want to see what I can do... it wants me to come up with new ideas that SAY something. That's not a problem, really... until I get ripped apart during critiques for having things that are too aestheically pleasing and safe... quiet... While my fellow students throw shit onto a canvas and are applauded. I'm so tired of this.

... and now I mourn whilst eating dumplings. Farewell.