i haven't been this happy that a semester is over since the last semester of high school. this was the hardest fourteen weeks i have ever been through; lots of crying (fitting that i cried in my last critique for my hardest class), wanting to give up art altogether, many hours of panic and days of functioning without sleep. as much as i have ( Read more... )

blogging about my life feels really foreign now ( Read more... )

i guess crying over spending nine hours on a ultimately failed homework assignment is stupid. i don't know, maybe it's because i'm immature and utterly unable to give myself some credit that i take this shit way too much to heart. i need xanax.

i can barely see my desk underneath all the paper, homework and junk that have accumulated on top of it. i hate homework so much. so very much.

school starts on monday and i'm going back after almost a year break with five classes packed into MON-TUE-WED and a kamikaze 3-classes-8am-to-10pm-wednesday. i can already feel the hole that's going to be made in my stomach lining from all the coffee i will be drinking come the next fourteen weeks. somehow i keep thinking that if i don't sleep i ( Read more... )

i'm listening to iron and wine's passing afternoon which is a bad idea because it only makes me feel incredibly sad and wistful that another year is over ( Read more... )

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it's 6:35 and there is still no sun outside.
erik satie and rain will always be a beautiful combination.
i'd like to have a cigarette, please
but my skin looks very nice these days.
i can't stop clipping my nails.

but at least i'm finally organizing my desktop and backing up my files, because 5.5GB of manga and five years of collecting bookmarks and images must be saved.

what were the signs in that landscape, in the air, in the motion, in our companionship, that so excited our imagination and made us so happy ( Read more... )