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right now my body is telling me to go to the bathroom, close the door, and throw up.
why?
i don't know.
lets just pretend it isn't real!!
twould be impossible for me to be preggers, so lets just call this nausea a lie.
its not real its not reallllllllll
but then, my brain is telling me
-finish the caravaggio drawinig
-start/finish your self portrait
-do your last 2 color excercises and final abstraction and study for design
-take pictures for your digital pseudo-website thing
-write out notecards and finish ray johnson paper
-practice? for painting final
-somehow study for a written test in a class that is 100% just drawing
-make the day longer
-clean up the pencil shavings
at some point in the midst of all this mess, theoretically, i also have to pick up my car.
and eat and sleep and stupid shit like that.
all that and more, before friday.
i also need to secure my ride to school, but 9:30 is definitely too early to call anyone.
now is the winter of our...
uh,
finals.
why?
i don't know.
lets just pretend it isn't real!!
twould be impossible for me to be preggers, so lets just call this nausea a lie.
its not real its not reallllllllll
but then, my brain is telling me
-finish the caravaggio drawinig
-start/finish your self portrait
-do your last 2 color excercises and final abstraction and study for design
-take pictures for your digital pseudo-website thing
-write out notecards and finish ray johnson paper
-practice? for painting final
-somehow study for a written test in a class that is 100% just drawing
-make the day longer
-clean up the pencil shavings
at some point in the midst of all this mess, theoretically, i also have to pick up my car.
and eat and sleep and stupid shit like that.
all that and more, before friday.
i also need to secure my ride to school, but 9:30 is definitely too early to call anyone.
now is the winter of our...
uh,
finals.