I am running on 3 hours of sleep. I just realized the inside of my peacoat collar feels like a sheep. I was nuzzling it. That’s what is going on in this picture. I also want to know why my hands look like horse hooves. I promise they don’t look that weird in person. I’ll bet you a whole bail of hay!
Last night I watched the 6th harry potter movie with Beverley in her nice new room. I was preparing for the 7th, which I’m seeing on Friday with Tyler. It should be badass, I’m sure. 
In a half hour I go to class. I have to present a logo today. I always hate presenting. I try to make little jokes, thinking that someone will laugh and it wont be so quiet, but then no one says anything. COOL. I know it’s not me being awkward. A couple weeks ago the whole class except for me, and a few other people were in a very lengthy discussion about breast feeding and breast pumps. YEAH, ALRIGHT. I don’t have any kids and I don’t like talking about breast milk for more than 30 minutes…I guess that puts me in the ‘freak’ category. 
I swear it seems like where ever I go, I don’t fit in. I haven’t decided if that’s a good or bad thing yet. 

I am running on 3 hours of sleep. I just realized the inside of my peacoat collar feels like a sheep. I was nuzzling it. That’s what is going on in this picture. I also want to know why my hands look like horse hooves. I promise they don’t look that weird in person. I’ll bet you a whole bail of hay!

Last night I watched the 6th harry potter movie with Beverley in her nice new room. I was preparing for the 7th, which I’m seeing on Friday with Tyler. It should be badass, I’m sure. 

In a half hour I go to class. I have to present a logo today. I always hate presenting. I try to make little jokes, thinking that someone will laugh and it wont be so quiet, but then no one says anything. COOL. I know it’s not me being awkward. A couple weeks ago the whole class except for me, and a few other people were in a very lengthy discussion about breast feeding and breast pumps. YEAH, ALRIGHT. I don’t have any kids and I don’t like talking about breast milk for more than 30 minutes…I guess that puts me in the ‘freak’ category. 

I swear it seems like where ever I go, I don’t fit in. I haven’t decided if that’s a good or bad thing yet.