Monologuing

I don’t think I have a favorite color. If someone asks me, I will almost always respond with “orange!” but I don’t think that orange is my favorite color.

I like green a lot.

I also like mixing colors on my palette. Acrylics are fun to play with. Blue and black make a really pretty color. So does blue and violet.

In fact, violet is a really amazing color.

It should not be necessary for people to have a favorite color.

Seriously, Steve.  You can’t give me any pointers?  How does one become good at college?  I clearly suck at it.

I transferred to a new university this semester because I was so set on becoming a better student.  I guess I did something wrong along the way.  I’ve begun to stay up later.  I don’t get to sleep before 3am, usually.  This causes me to get very little sleep, and then I wake up late.  In fact, today I had a class at 10:00am.  I woke up at 9, and while the water was running in the shower, I went to sleep in the tub.

Anyway, I missed my art history midterm last Thursday.  Why?  The whole oversleeping thing.  I was actually pretty depressed for the entire day.  I couldn’t get a hold of my professor at all.  He doesn’t even have a school email address, which is pretty fucked up.  But anyway, I have the ability to make up the midterm this Thursday at 8:45 in the morning.  I guess it’s not bad, you know, if I wake up on time.  I should be very grateful.

Greatful?

I should be great.

I should feel great.

No.   I can’t.  There’s a lot of shit going on and I feel like I will breakdown any second.  Not in the emo way, but in the OH CRAP CALL AN AMBULANCE way.  I sure hope not, but I’m in pain from my cerebral cortex to my right pinky toe.

Anyway, the moral of this story is that I need to marry Orlando Bloom and you all need to do my homework for me.  Bye!