ONSDAG: Sad rude future dude(tte)

1. Hello my oinkers! This is what I wore as I: a) tore through microeconomics like hungry bear on a diet of supply and demand and b) went out to load up on food for emotional eating because supply and demand is JUST NOT ENOUGH FOR THIS BEAR. Or rather, Little Pig.
2. My period of exile from the outside world, known as Self-Imposed House Arrest in Order to Consolidate a Semester's Worth of Knowledge (S.I.H.A.O.C.S.W.K. for short but by no means easier to remember), has been remarkably successful. 
3. I attribute this to not dressing like a hobo at home (dress in trackies, feel like trackies, remember?), and listening to one song on repeat as an outlet for my angst, rather than curling up in the foetal position and therefore disabling myself from actually doing work.
4. This time next week I will be as free as a Melodee in a treehouse.
5. Here is my hair. I decided that if hair grease was socially acceptable to ingest, my hair would be capable of supplying a McDonald's frier for at least three months in its present condition (excuse me while I smack talk myself), which is why it is not in the tousled glory of the first picture. I am very excited to do my hair like this forever. I call them 'Instant, Somewhat-Victorious Rolls'. I figure that if 'five-minute victory rolls' on youtube take me half an hour to do, my actual five minute ones must be INSTANTANEOUS.