Instead.
Instead of doing the three essays I have to write by tomorrow (college, informative speech on Willem De Kooning, satirical essay) I will do this.
The days have been sort of weird, and I am still digging myself into a stressed out hole, from moronic procrastination.
The phrase fuck-up comes to mind. Why do I insist on doing this to myself?
I didn't have to go to school today because there was standardized testing for underclassmen and I don't have a first period. Too bad I am wasting it. I can't stop listening to Swing by Savage and Long Nights by Eddie Vedder. Who has seen/read Into the Wild? It broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I still haven't recovered.
The BFF is coming to visit this weekend, which will fix my mood.
Oh, also, for the Texans. Both of the pieces I sent to V.A.S.E. got fours, and one is going to state! I don't have a picture of the landscape going to state, but here is the other.
Its suppose to be a self portrait 60 or so years in the future.
Today:
A guh ugh gah.
The days have been sort of weird, and I am still digging myself into a stressed out hole, from moronic procrastination.
The phrase fuck-up comes to mind. Why do I insist on doing this to myself?
I didn't have to go to school today because there was standardized testing for underclassmen and I don't have a first period. Too bad I am wasting it. I can't stop listening to Swing by Savage and Long Nights by Eddie Vedder. Who has seen/read Into the Wild? It broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I still haven't recovered.
The BFF is coming to visit this weekend, which will fix my mood.
Oh, also, for the Texans. Both of the pieces I sent to V.A.S.E. got fours, and one is going to state! I don't have a picture of the landscape going to state, but here is the other.
Its suppose to be a self portrait 60 or so years in the future.
Today:
A guh ugh gah.