channel the flannel

I am going stir crazy,
there are so many people wearing plaid and flannels around me, it’s overwhelming -
It's overwhelming because I swear these kids pride themselves on being different, creatively so, but really they all look the same. And I have to look up whenever one walks by.


be different than the main stream, fuck all else with the I don't give a fuck because I'm 'hip' attitude, this frustrates me because I can't stop staring. And because I dress like this too.


And I'm staring, not because I'm in dismay or awe -I am staring because Gosh Darn It, these kids are so 'cool'


I want to shout, this is so hip, and I want it to associate with hop which is so not.


I also can’t stop looking at them trying to figure out, essentially, ‘who they be’.

I would be wearing plaid today as well, but my arm pits are too sweaty.

I’m guzzling down coffee and getting antsy for art.

And nervous because my secret flannel wearing crush is bouncing around the room and I can’t even look in his direction and I want to say "hi I've seen you around I'm Alexa" but his coolness would probably be too much too handle, and break me. I would stand there frozen and yes, overwhelmed and invaded knowing how close I am to this incredibly plaid boy.

I have so much to do and am doing nothing, just watching people and stressing out.
Secretly, convincing myself that I am hard at work; brainstorming.

Today I went to the library and the stairs were blocked off with a sign that read ‘take the elevator’ it made me bug out, because I’ve been in a hyper active state of go go go go and don’t stop till you drop kerplop, my special homework zone interfered with I took refuge in the computer center.

I’m excited for class, so I can render figures