Honda: day three

Today I…

…wore a perfectly-coordinated outfit consisting of a spring floral patterned dress in neon pinks, oranges, yellows, and greens, over a white button down, paired with a pink sparkly headband topped with a green triceratops, in conjunction with deep magenta lipstick and a good amount of gold glitter. It was freaking awesome. 

…got a ton of compliments on said outfit— specifically the headband— including one from one of the cute boys in my Drawing class who recognized me in the cafeteria and another from one of the cute boys in said class who recognized me on the street, as well as several from strangers and classmates and professors, all of which I managed to take gracefully and without any trace of awkwardness. 

…smiled at every single stranger who I saw on the way to and from classes, including cute boys who, over the last few months, I wouldn’t have had the gall to smile at, as well as a lot of staid, bearded old men, and I got a lot of smiles and head-nods back. It was nice.

…waved and said hello to not!Mikey on the way to my second class, and he waved and said hey back. 

…ate a cheeseburger and fries with a soda in public and felt no shame. 

…was really loudly participatory in my Studio Art critique, and defended my piece with very little awkwardness or embarrassment. I finished it last night— three crabs, a rose, and several rose petals fashioned out of Jolly Ranchers— and made it as a commentary on variations of femininity, and I think I managed to articulately communicate that to the class without sounding COMPLETELY pretentious, so… yay. Also managed to say negative things about other pieces without being a douche— both parts of which are often hard for me. :P

…backed out of an art contest I really didn’t want to do, before the last minute, without just leaving them hanging, even though it was really hard for me to tell them I wasn’t going to do it. 

…emailed my favorite professor from last semester back about my current classes and the art I’m working on. We’re talking about him maybe sponsoring me to do an independent study in comic book drawing next semester. It’s scary to talk about, because it’s what I want to do, and I’m terrified that I won’t be good at it, but whatever, I’m trying to push myself a little. 

Less Tentative Semester Goal: Make myself submit my art to galleries and contests that the school is constantly emailing me about, because it’s ridiculous that I have all these opportunities that I’m not taking advantage of.