I forgot my computer at home. Its sitting on my unmade bed, surrounded by dirty clothes on the floor and colored pencils left over from yesterday's art.
So here I am, sitting in the... God, what's this place called? Some fancy word. Its essentially a study room at my community college. I could be working on math right now, or my paper, or literally anything productive instead of being on my phone. But stupid me forgot my admin password for the computers here, and my laptop is, once again, forgotton on my bed.
My hair is pretty spikey today. Took about 10 minutes to make it look decent. To make myself look decent. I put on counter to cover the dark rings under my eyes from late night anxiety and to hide my face breaking out from the stress.
Yeah, I guess you can say I'm your typical college student, other than being a 17-year-old, on their third year of college already. I'm more than half way to my assoicates. I got my mommy issues and I have a boyfriend, who happily, is flying in tomorrow and sticking around here for a while, while my father leaves for a job in Ohio.
I guess I should start heading to my next class now, Drawing 1. I'll write about whatever later I guess.
Til the next entry.
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Novela JuvenilBasic, boring thoughts in the mindset of a 17 year old college student with a passion for art. I dont expect anyone to read this.