first day of class & some irritations

Okay, so today was the first day of class. I had Physics, Intro to Architectural Technology, and Design 2.1 (otherwise known as studio). I AM GOING TO BE SO HUNGRY FROM 12:20 to 4:30. I LITERALLY HAVE NO BREAK. But we can eat in studio, so that's fine. Boo hunger!

Random thoughts had throughout the day:

1.) I want an Inception tattoo, but something interesting.
2.) What the fuck is in my hair and why does no one tell me when there's shit in it. It's not like I can see.
3.) I fucking dislike physics. This is like that time I couldn't move on to geometry and had to retake algebra. SHITTY.

Design: Um, the teacher reminds me of Arthur from Inception. Not in a cute way, but in his rigidity of architecture. I don't know how to explain. Also, this teacher is going to be amusing because he said that holding a "marking instrument" (aka: a pen or pencil) oozes with "sensuality." Take from that what you will.

Also in design, our class is all messed up (meaning, it's not held with the other second year studios and it's not in the morning), and we get to have studio with third years and fourth years and graduate students. The architecture building, as a general rule, houses the most attractive boys on the campus. And do they ever. Oi, be still my beating heart. I don't know if I'll be able to work in my cubicle (my very own area with a window!) without- just kidding. I wouldn't want to date an arch-major, I don't think. [Unless it was Arthur. Or even Cobb. Hell, Ariadne and Mal too. Eames is not an architect, sadly.] Our professor was, erm, "schooling" us on "studio-culture," to my amusement.

Moving on. The professor was telling us about the course, what we would learn, etc. and I started crying. Yes, crying. You do not know how much I missed studio class. I had this sense of really really needing to build and create. I can't explain. The professor said something about giving up other things for the sake of architecture, but there's really only two things I'm willing to work hard for (architecture and writing). I don't feel like I'm giving up anything by working late or cutting up my fingers because I love it just that much.

Two things that are bothering me.

One. The person I share my bathroom with is also my RA. She doesn't get in my business or anything, but I feel like she doesn't care. Like I live here, she doesn't care what happens, just as long as I fit into her plan and shut up. I cleaned the bathroom twice, furnished a trashcan, toilet brush, and other cleaning items (she doesn't know about those though), and it's like she does not acknowledge that I even live there. And guess what? I'm going to hoard my toilet paper and not furnish that because she hasn't even said hi. Yes, I know I made a mess while washing my hair in the bathroom. But I really can't clean it while the room is all wet and humid, can i?

Two. I love my hair, but people's reactions to my hair are pissing me off. I don't mind the people who ask about it ("how long have you been natural; how'd you grow it out"). What makes me mad is the people who look at it like it's fucking retarded (you look like you got off the African boat) or tell me how to take care of it (make sure you wash it with blahblahblah). They don't get that I wash it, I put conditioner in it, I comb leave-in conditioner in it, and then I LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE. Don't tell me that you think I put a texturizer in it. Don't tell me what type of comb to use. Don't tell me what type of shampoo to use. I spent the whole summer finding out what worked on my hair. No, I can't use a damn pick. Why? It'll fucking BREAK OFF AND GO STRAIGHT. And yes, I KNOW there is lint in my hair. I CANNOT SEE THE BACK OF MY FUCKING HEAD EXCEPT WITH TWO MIRRORS ANGLED PROPERLY. My hair attracts lint and fucking flying bugs. Please, TELL ME WHERE IT IS. Don't tell me to fucking wash it. You go fucking put your weave in properly. I can see the damn glue- go sew it in. Do not tell me that it's too hot for my hair. It's out of my face, off my back, and I can work out in it. And please, for the love of God. DO NOT PULL IT GODDAMMIT. I AM ATTACHED TO MY HAIR. IT STAYS IN MY SCALP, THANKS.

In other news, I've had my hair this way as long as Inception has been in theatres. ♥

Other thoughts.

I think I'm hard to get. I don't know, but you're not getting any play if you look like you're a douchebag. And sorry, but the majority of you ARE douchebags. Also, booty calls do not work. Don't slow down your car and call "damn, gurl!" out at me. Motherfucker, I will fuck you and your mom's shit up. I am a nice person (I think), but I'm not nice to dudes if you approach me like you're a rhino in mating season. You are not a lion, and I am not in your pride/harem of women. And to all of the dudes that are smart and nice and cute: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? (Probably in the Arch, Engineering, or Pharmacy buildings...)

I do not like Monte Carlos. Those cars look SO DUMB. There are fifty bajillion of them on campus, and people pimp them out like crazy.

*Reads the above*

Wow, I sound angry. I'm not, I just have a headache, and my RA frustrates me. Also, I just want to live in the architecture building and not have to do anything else, seriously. And I just needed to vent out all of the things I've been thinking all day. Can't do that on Twitter very well.

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I just realized that the Inception Bang "Contest" that I'm in is going to run from August until January. Technically, that's longer than Design 2.1 or Physics. Oh snap. This story is gonna be the shit.