I have no shame. That's what I've decided. I don't get embarrassed about the crazy things I do and I don't regret them either. I don't care what other people think and I'm enjoying life. Truth, love, and happiness, right? Be true to yourself and love what you do and you will be happy.   : )

This break is going to be very very difficult. *le sigh* Why can't I just have whatever I want? That would make life so much easier...

*sighs contentedly and exhaustedly* So...I slept for a few hours last night like I said, and then I proceeded to spend the entire night and morning working on my Spanish project. My poster was really pretty, but I wasn't super-prepared to speak, nor was I really physically or mentally in a good state to be speaking a foreign language. BUT, I ( Read more... )

In the end, I had to take a nap. My eyes were/are so bloodshot and in so much pain. It hurts whether they're closed or awake. It scares me a little. My architecture project is done. Now I still have to do my Spanish project. Hopefully fast enough that I can get some more sleep. My body is in a bad way. I don't like it. And I haven't eaten since ( Read more... )

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So, I'm taking a break from writing a paper for architectural history, and I go over to my boyfriend's house and we order chinese (for those of you who don't know, I have a boyfriend of one month, his name is John). He isn't all that hungry so he's doing most of the talking and I continue scarfing down delicious chinese food from Yuan Ho. And he's ( Read more... )

This coming week is really going to test my limits. I have 100 drawings/diagrams due Monday for architecture (of which I've currently done 15). I have a set design due Tuesday which is 2/3 finished. I have a 12 page history research paper due Thursday, which I haven't started. My final architecture project is due Sunday, the pinup is that night, I ( Read more... )

Remember the copious amounts of work I had all scheduled out for the break? Soooooo not keeping up with that schedule. That's what happens when I get home. I do things slow, or not at all. But I'm getting sleep and relaxing, so I suppose that's alright. I just wonder how I'm going to get it all done, and done well, in the next couple weeks. Ack. I ( Read more... )

I always get so melancholy when I come home. Memories? All I feel like doing is lying in bed or in front of the tv. Memories. I miss the past. Someday I'll get away from it. I swear.

So, it was not the end of the world. In fact, my reivew went rather well although I'm realizing I need to do a loooot more layering work on my drawings. A looooot more. And hopefully my spanish teacher will believe me when I tell here that no, I did not realize that I was spose to do my spanish presentation on Monday when I skipped class and that I ( Read more... )