Still fucking complaining
A worthless day. Completely dark when I woke up, lightening slightly to dim wet grey by the time I left for school. For some reason, my classmates insisted on conducting all of today's classes with the room lights off, which made it nearly impossible for me to stay awake at all. I hate being stuck in a cold dark place. The wretched fluorescent lights at school are bad, but any light is better than none, this time of year.
Changing departments is impractical for all sorts of reasons, but I think it will probably be the financial ones that finally make the decision for me. There's really no way I can afford to keep going to school for the extra years it would take me to finish if I switched. I wish I could force myself to have some interest in what I'm supposed to be doing in the design department. People keep telling me that design is better than art because at some vague point in the future I could make a lot of money, but this seems unlikely at best, and irrelevant in the present circumstances anyway.
Also, my e-mail seems to be broken for some reason.
I can't think of any redeeming features of my life right now. God, I'm sick of listening to myself whine. I think I'd better shut up now.
Changing departments is impractical for all sorts of reasons, but I think it will probably be the financial ones that finally make the decision for me. There's really no way I can afford to keep going to school for the extra years it would take me to finish if I switched. I wish I could force myself to have some interest in what I'm supposed to be doing in the design department. People keep telling me that design is better than art because at some vague point in the future I could make a lot of money, but this seems unlikely at best, and irrelevant in the present circumstances anyway.
Also, my e-mail seems to be broken for some reason.
I can't think of any redeeming features of my life right now. God, I'm sick of listening to myself whine. I think I'd better shut up now.