*Get over it! Amirite?
But they’ve also not mentioned anything about meeting up with me so I’m pretty sure it was something I said during. Or maybe it’s something I didn’t say. Or maybe because I didn’t eat while I was with them. Or maybe because I was just all-around awkward.
Social interactions. *shudders*
P.S. Turns out when you put “eating out” in quotes, it will come out totally wrong.
… and I shouldn’t have. Not while I have 10 more papers to write.
Not shown: Kegel exercises.
There will be less/more/same amount of drawn crap once I get used to the graphics tablet. Maybe then my keyboard wouldn’t be keyless and my left arm wouldn’t be deformed and so on.
*Translation: Learn to PVP, noob!
That job interview is possibly the closest I’ll ever get to an actual job in this economy as an international student who knows very few people here.
I’m not crying; it’s my allergy. I have sand in my eyes. I was watching something sad just now.
Fine. I cried a little.
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I didn’t take out the pencil sketching. It’s called
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