Force of Habit

A few days ago, I wrote about how weird I was with food that varies in shapes.
After writing about it, I've come to realize that I'm weird about everything I do.
I have to wear flannel shirts to school. I feel weird if I don't. I have to have music when I shower. You can't pay me to eat breakfast on weekdays, but I freak if I don't have coffee. Said coffee can't have sugars or creamers in it. It can't be super strong or super weak. My hair has to be a certain way or else I'll have full on panic attacks. At school, I have to stand in a certain place every morning, or else I'm going to be in a funk all day. And if I am in that certain place, under absolutely no circumstances should another student come up and talk to me. I know that sounds bad, but it's my spot. Even if you come up and talk to me I will make sure you know that I resent your presence in my spot. Just, go away. If a teacher or admin comes up to me in while I'm in that spot, that's fine. I actually don't care about that. When I walk into class, if the desks are all weird and crooked, I'm going to fix them before a teacher comes in, and if they're already in there, I'll fix it anyway. On my chrome book, I have to have more than one tab up, but I can't have more than five. At lunch, not only do I do the selective sizes thing, I also have to get this weird grape soda thing. It's not even good, but I have to get it. When I go to the bathroom, I have to go to either the first stall, the last, or the middle. If these are taken, I'll wait. In the car rider line, I have to stand in a certain spot (again) and I get mad if other students talk to me. On the way home, I have to listen to the Avett Brothers. I have to get the mail when we get to the neighborhood, and I have to unbuckle at a certain place. When I'm on my laptop, the coffee table has to be pressed all the way to the couch, with my legs up under me. The coffee table also has to have a certain amount of mess and clutter on it. If it's super clean, I will purposely put random crap on the table, but if it's super messy I will freak out.
So yeah. I guess I'm just super picky?

That being said, my dad totally messed up my schedule today. He didn't play Avett Brothers on the way home, he missed the turn and he had to take the shorter way, and he didn't stop in the right place for me to get out to get the mail, and I'm just all messed up now.

Anyway, so there's this kid in my Law Ed class who really ticks me off because he's super rude and keeps on yelling "TRUMP NATION" really loudly in this super thick southern accent. Anyway, so I drew a picture of him:

That's it. That's what he looks like.

I'm also working on a print in art class. I'm kind of proud of it:

So yeah. I didn't mess it up so I'm super proud.

Actually, now that I look at it, I messed up on the linoleum sketch.

Also, it's pouring down rain. Sorry, Mister.

So yea. I'm gonna learn how to play "Girl With One Eye" on my ukulele now. Cheers.