Hey You! Lip My Stocking!

Tomorrow I get to go to the doctor and miss class. Woohoo! No art museum for me!
I don't feel as bad as I did yesterday, but I don't feel great either. Maybe my body just accepts the fact that I am internally screwed up, who knows.
Another boring day of digital class. I wish someone would just go in for the kill and teach me how to do Photoshop stuff like Maggie Taylor or Julieanna Kost. Let's just get to the point people and learn the basics along the way. No need to take the long road. Please, it saves you the trouble of talking and me the trouble of forcing myself to at least hear some of what you are saying...
My media teacher actually said that my new Opinions paper was somewhat successful at sticking to structure! DUDE, hell froze over! Everybody dance! He used me(once again) as the subject for class and handed out my paper to fellow students. I am not gloating here. I really didn't want that to happen nor did I want him to put any sort of focus on my writing. What I find funny is that it baffles him that a nonmajor student taking his class did the paper somewhat correctly. If this man would only sit down and talk to me, maybe he would understand me better... I am still trying to grasp the concepts of his idea of proper writing. I keep missing a few steps, but I'll get there damn it.
At a meeting today presented by Olympus(the ugly stepsister of digital cameras in my opinion) I sat in a pool of rusty water that seemed to have leaked from the ceiling and puddled on a chair. Nice. I love the feeling of wet jeans. I stayed for the presentation, but left right after... I'd rather be home anyway.
I just wanted to get home and change. That's it. Eat some veggies and cheese, maybe have a class of wine, I don't know... this creepy guy smiles at me from across the platform. My idea is that the further away I am the better. Well, McCreepster followed me down to another train car. Ugh. So I got nervous. I texted everyone. The thing that really freaked me out and made me wonder if this guy was really following me was the fact that he came up next to where I was sitting and stopped, contemplating if he would sit next to me.... He decided to sit a few seats back. I just felt like this was some clever monuevor on his part to hide himself from me. Well, I let him get off the train before me, and get swept up in the crowd, then I ran to my car and got home. I guess he wasn't interested in following me in the first place. I guess I was just paranoid, but when a creepy guy smiles at this petite girl, I always put myself on alert. Better to be safe than sorry I suppose.
Must begin writing personal essay for Media class...what am I going to talk about?