Walking On Matchsticks

Things are progressively getting a little better than the last blog. After I wrote that I went to the local coffee shop to get caffinated and finish a little drawing assignment. In the process, I got invited to a party by the gorgeous barista. Finally, I can get a start on my social life outside of my residence hall. While I was finishing us my little drawings a couple girls were standing over my shoulder looking. I turned around and one of them sarcastically said, "Nice Drawing". Then they walked away chuckling. That is so dumb. How are you gonna go to a local coffee shop and try to put down someone who is doing something creative? Go drink coffee with your grandmother. I wish I wasn't in shock. I could have really made her feel dumb. But a little after I got my handmade map to the party. That they probably weren't invited to because they're dumb bitches. They were also boring looking. After that I watched a movie with some new neighbors. I also did the same last night.

I ate lunch alone the past couple days. Dinner alone yesterday. When I walk places people get in my space and expect me to move and they are coming from all sorts of directions. The space shifts around me like a pinball in a storm. It's getting uncomfortable and annoying. I'm the only one forced to walk crazy. Maybe I should shove someone back so then people will quit. They do it around me, but they respect each others space.

Today the peope around me in French were talking to me. One of them I met on the first movie night. She's hilarious and fun to be around. The other two girls were pretty nice. In 3D Design we started building sculptures with hot glue and tooth pics. I'm working on a giant matchstick wreath. I had to find a seat with an outlet. Ofcourse there was one right by this guy who looked like Johnny Depp in Crybaby sitting alone. I jacked that seat before any of the other girls could think about it.

So heres what I've learned. Just because I'm new doesn't mean I have to keep quiet and let people walk all over me. But one of my resolution was to not be a bitch this year. So next time someone makes fun of me for doing something creative, I might at least crack a sarcastic smile and say Thanks. Maybe, even brag about it. Or ask them a hard artsy question to make them feel out of place. And I might shove someone if they get too far into my space. I know they'd do the same to me. I'm tired of walking in zig zags.