Day 12

So I don't really know what else to say about yellow April, you know, I'm still just wearing yellow and it's like I just am, that's it. It doesn't seem weird anymore- for me it is part of the routine and... my clothes... and I don't even know why I have this blog.

Well one thing: so I feel like shit I'm all sick from April, or Gaddis throwing his phone in every pitcher this weekend or something, but the point is I didn't want to get up, but I had to get up to put on yellow, goddamit, and then I went to this thing at campus but I forgot my wallet so I had to leave my lunch at the counter and then I couldn't get into the library without my ID and I'm just like a total failure at doing anything and I'm hacking yellow boogers on everything, but I got up and so at least even if I don't finish my homework or do anything with my life or whatever, I got up to wear yellow and I'm wearing yellow while I'm dying on the couch and blogging rather than doing homework. Oh wait, maybe that is why I have this blog...or at least I'm sorry if that is why this post exists. I think that is the truth.

No that's not why I have this blog.

I have this blog- since this seems to have become the question of the moment- I have this blog for when it is May or some other time because I doubt it will ever be yellow April again. Unless I do this every April. I like that months repeat.

This is what it would look like to die a yellow death in a bed of tulips.