So I'm standing there in art class drawing paper bags.
Paper. fucking. Bags.
For like an hour.
And before that, it was shoes.
Now, bear in mind this class is three hours long.
And as we're standing there drawing these stupid, stupid things, my mind wanders.
And it's funny because my drawing teacher has no idea that while
she's looking over my shoulder as I draw this stupid bag, I'm not paying attention
I'm thinking about Chris, and how cute he looks when he's waking up, or I'm
thinking about my Literature into Film midterm next week, or I'm worrying about
Chris not being able to visit me on Valentine's day, or I'm singing a song in my head,
or I'm making up story ideas, or I'm thinking about how nice Chris is and how
snuggly he is and how I wish he was here right now, or I'm wishing I was taking
a hot bath with a nice cup of tea, or in Corvallis, or ANYWHERE BUT IN CLASS
Argh...Can I have that nice hot cup of tea now?