It's 11:30AM, I'm in ENG 202 bored and as confused as the rest of the class and I begin to doodle. First I draw a Panda bear with poka-dots on it.
Then I get angry at the bear and flip over the paper. I start to draw a person, which starts to turn into a guy with a sword and then BAM. I crumble up the paper and toss it aside.
I didn't plan on drawing a familiar doodle that day. Nor did I feel that this doodle would have made me as agitated as it did. It brought back memories of high school and the olden days. But most of all it reminded me of someone who wouldn't even give a damn.
And that bothers me.
It bothers me that after all those years, I could just as well be the last bitch they dated.
Why do I even let this bother me?
Maybe it is because that is all I have against them. It bothers me but couldn't mean anything better to them.
I must be a real jack-ass.
PS: No Pitcure B/C internet is freaking out.
PPS: I'm tired, so forgive this bitchy post :(
3 comments:
You are most certainly not a jackass, Kyle. Please don't think that of yourself. <3 It sounds like we need a Tricycle night soon... We need to chat!!
On a lighter note, I kinda want to see a polka dotted panda.
The panda was on the other side of the paper :-(
It that case, you might have to make another one for next time I see you. :D
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