sooo..
overwhelmed. I am overtired and non-productive. all i want to do is smoke ciggarettes and wait for warmer days. meanwhile I am recieving pressure from all sides it seems. I’ve got two projects and a research paper due on portfolio day. work, work, work this weekend. Plus, the parents want me home this weekend which means i have to transport all my shit back and forth to work on at home. My friend’s father just passed away, so gotta get up early and head to his funeral tommorrow morning. oh, and to top all that off, my best friend is being a complete bitch to me because i wont go and party with her and my other friend in Philly this weekend. I’m sorry, but instead of drinking my liver away and reveling at Temple, i will be attending a funeral and attempting to have some kind of work ethic for the next two days i dont have classes. I’m freaking out about getting into my department as it is, and I try to explain this to her but it seems she’s not even listening or comprehending all the meaning and importance behind what I have to do for the next week. HELLO! WHAT I”M DOING AT THIS JUNCTURE REQUIRES MY FULL ATTENTION AND FOCUS FOR IT IS PRETTY DAMN IMPORTANT TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH THIS NEXT PART OF ART SCHOOL IF I WANT TO GET A DAMN DEGREE. What the hell does she think I’ve been doin with my life all this time? twidling my goddamn thumbs? maybe painting some pretty little pictures here and there. FUCK. she doesnt fucking get it. art school aint like that. it can be like boot camp for art kids. TRY THIS: stay up all night working on a project. next day, you have to write a 5 page paper, so no sleep for you. then treck to and from bowe street several times that day in a zombie like trance attending your 3 hour classes.There’s a crit in one-look forward to people bullshitting about your artwork. oh and forget any form of nourishment that isnt a bag of chips from the vending machines. go home feeling barely alive and eat some nasty shafer food. then try to sleep and have the people who live above you in your dorm fucking making noises at 2, 3, and 4 in the morning. It sounds like they are re-arranging their dormroom everynight at this wonderfully opportune time of night.
ok, im done. fick.
