at the carl’s jr. near my neighborhood there’s an old chinese lady who’s been working there for years and years. i don’t know her, but i’m sure i’ll be a little sad when i stop seeing her at the cash register.
desperately waiting for september 30th to come.
woke up late again, but at this point i’m not even jet-lagged. i’m just being a typical college student.
i’m looking out my window at the cloudy, light-polluted sky and pretending i can see the meteor shower.
listening to my 6th and 4th-grade cousin stalk about math makes me feel a little ashamed. but i mean, what kind of 4th-grader knows factorials..?
pearl acryla gouache
i’m hungry. it’s hard to choose something to eat when you’re troubled because nothing sounds good.
Full Journal Entry #1
For all, if any, who care to know about my life in the past month and my current state of mind.