well damn

well damn, you show up one minute late for dinner and somehow every seat is taken. especially the one right next to your friend who's birthday you're celebrating and who you got a cake for which you plan on surprising her with at the end of dinner. so here i am, back down in the basement as i hear everyone having dinner fun. i think there was some seat open in the back but i'm not up for forcing conversation with people from calpoly that i don't know. it's like the peet junior high lunch tables all over again.

so here i am back down in the basement where i spend a lot of my time lately. i don't actually get that much work done and when i do spend 3 days writing a renaissance art paper i get a C on it. on the other hand, i feel i'm doing great in studio and photography. i may need to pick up the pace this week so as to not get swamped later on, but still i'm doing fine.

the so many little things i want to do hear before i leave and regret not doing them. go to a soccer game, make an italian friend, buy something that'll always remind me of italy, find love, blah, blah.

i hear more noise coming out of the dining hall so maybe food's over and i can run in for dessert.