Honda: day eighteen

Dude. Kensington. Get your head in the game. Now is the time. SEIZE THE MOTHERFUCKING DAY AND POST ABOUT IT. This was your idea. :P 

Today I…

…got a ridiculous number of compliments on my looks— people in the bathroom, in the elevator; even the Chinese delivery guy told me I was “very beautiful.” I’m pretty sure I managed to take them all pretty gracefully. 

…shamelessly left my first class early to buy food because I hadn’t eaten in for fucking ever, and then sat outside my second class and ate my goddamn french fries. And shared them with M and L. 

…got a ridiculous number of compliments on my drawing in Drawing class. One guy even came up to me and was like, “Man, these are all pretty good, but yours is definitely my favorite.” The teacher singled mine out as the best again. I took those less gracefully, I think, and mostly protested— not because I feel like the drawing was bad, but because I feel like, anytime I do well in that class, it’s purely by luck, because I never feel like I have any idea what the fuck I’m doing. Also, I’d be proud if I felt like they were, like, complimenting MY art, but it just feels like they’re complimenting my ability to accidentally fumble my way towards a barely-acceptable rendition of a goddamn paper bag that our teacher is having us draw. I just look at mine and I’m like, “Damn, my sister could make that look like a fucking photograph.” And then I want to bite off my hands or something. Ugh. So, yeah, despite the compliments sort of making me feel good about myself, they don’t really make me feel any better about the class, if that makes any sense. 

…hung out with PLD again for the first time since the milkshake incident. He was weirdly hyper and cheery and nice to me. It was like he was the really nice dude I’d originally thought he was. I really enjoyed it. 

…started minimal work on my evil plan. Very minimal. 

…edited a bunch of cute pictures of me and posted them on FB, despite them being totally pretentious and black and white and definitely going to make me look like I take myself way too seriously. They make me feel pretty. 

…made dark chocolate cayenne crab pops. They’re AWESOME. My imaginary slogan for them is, “When you bite them… they bite back.” Shhh, I know I’m lame. Shhhhh. 

…met a really nice/cute/friendly stranger boy outside the Student Center, and talked to him until the bus came. He was awesome. I gave him my name so he could find me on FB, but he hasn’t added me yet, and I never got his last name. But, in the name of confidence, if he doesn’t add me tomorrow, I’ll get R to help me Facebook creep until we find him, because she’s got magic powers and he was really cool and also a blue-eyed ginger and a nerd, damn it, and there just aren’t enough of those to let them slip away without pause.