Today I sat next to Hipster Hitler, who said my outfit was pretty (what outfit?). During JGreg's long lecture on 20th century art, I wrote "poop" on his hand. A few slides later, I drew an accompanying illustration. How can you ask someone if she "wants to go out some time" and just never follow them up with an actual date proposal?!? The answer to that query is "if you're leaving for MICA in a month." :c I am disappoint.

Etiquetas: boys