it is an exceptionally beautiful day. the sun has been out in full force for weeks now, but usually paired with the wetcotton heavyair humidity that makes everything seem miserable by association. today, though, it is pleasantly warm with a sweet little breeze. later, i'll go outside and read under a tree. right now, there is a large, sharpie-written sign stuck to the airconditioner with a magnet my mom gave me for christmas. the sign reads: THIS IS MY PROJECT!

it is not my professor's project.
it is not my parents' project.
it is not even my roommate's project or my boyfriend's project, nor that of the guy who lives upstairs or any of my classmates.

it is my project.
it will be done to my standards and to my liking.
the professor can fuck himself if he doesn't like it, and my parents can take whatever grade i'm given, and i don't have to compare myself to anyone.

so there.