My Core Teacher Thinks I'm a Half-Hearted Hipster

So yesterday Kirk and I presented the final FDR scultpture. And for the second time one of my Core teachers, Leone, told me I'm a hipster. I was unaware of this. Until she proceeded to tell me that I appear to be said hipster working in the back of Urban Outfitters, as opposed to the front.

However, no harsh feelings. Here are some photos from the critique:

Someone blatantly violating our touching/breathing rule.

The setup.

Me in the left-hand corner, dressed for work.

Hump Day of Hell (Kind of)

Blerg.

I'm sitting in Art History now, after rushing from the 162 (dorm) building where I was working on a soft sculpture project with my friend Kirk. Most of the day consisted of traveling to and from Jo Ann Fabrics to get supplies, but ended up taking about three hours (we left at around 1-ish.) And, of course, I had to go to Art History less than two hours after we got back to the building to work on it. It's going to be FDR in a bear costume, and it's due tomorrow. At 9. In the morning.

Oh yeah, and we have to build a platonic solid. Preferably a square, because making a 3-dimensional octagon at 2 A.M. doesn't sound like a party to me.

Also, I want Chipotle. However, living in the loop, it's nearly impossible to find a place that's open after 8, much less 9 (when my class lets out.) Potbelly on State street is open 'till 10. But I said Chipotle.

AND ALSO, I forgot my Art History book, meaning I forgot my homework assignment. Daymn.