Just to update this a bit, I HAVE been doing lots of art. Tons. More than I've done in that past year overall, though not entirely by my choice. I've been taking a figure drawing class at my school and I'm really learning a lot. By the end of my first class I was really happy with myself because my drawing looked great, I was getting a few compliments on it, and it seemed easy enough. Well. Three or four classes later we started to paint with watercolor. Geez. My painting didn't even look human. It was so awful. At a break point in the class that day, the model was walking around the room, looking at some of the paintings, and when she stopped at mine she actually turned her head to the side, squinted, then said "OH! I get it now! I didn't know what it was at first." Dreadful. But I'm glad my art teacher is making my class branch out with different mediums because I !DO NOT! watercolor. But I'd like to be more flexible with art. In art class so far we've learned about graphite, charcoal, ink wash, watercolor, chalk pastels, skeletal anatomy and proportion, and white and black gouache.

My other classes are going well enough. I've been feeling a lot of anxiety lately but I'm not really sure why. There's no reason for me to have all this anxiety and I'm just making myself miserable.

I switched roommates. I hate these stupid dorms. They're cramped and they force social interaction because everyone lives so close together, even if I don't feel like talking to anyone for a while. Anyway, back to the point. My old roommate was WEIRD. And that's saying something if I'M saying it. I'm weird too. I embrace my weirdness. But my roommate Corrie was over the top. And she was always telling me about how she's an alcoholic and how she craves drugs all the time and how she wants to fuck EVERYBODY. And she'd always ask my permission to do stuff. Like, I'd be sitting on my bed reading, and she'd walk over to the sink and ask, "Olivia, can I wash my hands? Is that alright?" Ummm... no. You can't. Because I say so. Seriously, what kind of question is that? I don't care if she washes her hands. But she'd do things like that all the time, asking me if she can shower, if she can eat, or if she can set her water glass down on the counter. Also, her answer to everything was violence. If someone cut her in line, she'd tell them she'd beat their ass.
So I switched rooms and got a new roommate. Her name's Shastina and I really like her. We have sooooo much in common and she's a nice person. We get along well. Now I don't feel like my roommate's going to kill me in my sleep.

I'm finally going to get my septum pierced. I remember wanting to do it years ago but never did. So maybe sometime this week or this weekend. I need the money first.

Still trying to finish watching Buffy. Half way through season 7. But I don't have much free time lately.

Still doing yoga. Still difficult as shit.

Still single and still unhappy about it. But I do have some stories about this. Kind of amusing and kind of embarrassing.

I want a cat. When I get my own apartment I think I'm going to get a cat and name it Erebus. Or Juneau.

-Olivia