You Ever Have That Moment When Finals Are Coming Up And You Have Four Papers To Write, Two Art Projects

You ever have that moment when finals are coming up and you have four papers to write, two art projects to finish and present, a test to study for, and two exams and you can't even get out of bed and your like "shit, maybe it won't work out this time" and then a couple days later you finally finish an (yeah just one of them) essay that's been hanging over your head and suddenly you think that maybe if you budget your time well that you can avoid failure but instead of working on all of that you are on your phone making a tumbler post? Umm *definitely* couldn't be me... Couldn't be me...

I think I've figured out what I want most in a partner. I was someone who listens when I tell them random things I find interesting, who ask questions and when I don't know the answer, listens to me tell them what I find when I Google it and doesn't just stop paying attention half way through. I think I want to find someone who loves me enough to listen to me. And I hope one day I find someone I love enough to always want to listen to too.

I don't think I'd survive in another country. Their food would be too good. Which in all respects sounds like a stupid problem, how would good food lead to my demise? Simple. Good food is scary. I'm a picky eater with low standards. I'll only eat food I'm familiar with if it looks "right," but it could be like, the most dog shit version of that food. People be like, "college food tastes bad." And I'm like "oh my gosh it's the soup I get every Thursday at dinner! It's so good!" I'd go to another county, see the seasonings that make the food *actually* taste good and be like, "nope, nope, nope. It looks wrong I can't eat it or I'll throw up." And the sad thing is, it's probably the best tasting thing I've ever been in the presence of before, but it just *looks* sketchy. I don't know why but I'm *pretty* sure that food wants to throw hands with me. I dunno what I did but I think it's angry.

Adulthood is going to an ice cream social and not putting every topping on it... Being responsible is sad...

I really need to unlock the horned lizard powers like how they do in the wild kratts, that way when someone tries to bully my siblings I can just shoot blood from my eyes and scare the shit out of them, ain't nobody messing with me when blood is literally projecting out of my eye balls

Being able to say, "yeah there was that one time I got to hold a Picasso" is my new biggest flex. Does it matter that it wasn't one of his famous ones? Not in the slightest, he made it, he signed it, I held it. And I'll get to say this for forever