today i almost stepped on my exacto knife and DIED
/STARES AT WALL
OH MY GOD MY COLLAGES ARE FINALLY FUCKING DONE
THE FACT THAT IT IS ALMOST 3:30 AM MEANS I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THEM TODAY FOR LIKE NINE HOURS.
AND SEVEN ON FRIDAY AND... GOD I LOST TRACK ON THURSDAY /HEAD IN HANDS
i should have about 3 times as many pieces for tomorrow as I do now but i just cannot bring myself to give a damn because i could not have realistically worked more than i did this week and i did my fucking best so ... it's... ..there's nothing more i could have done. WHATEVSSssss. I don't even know if i like these. right now i just don't EVER WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN HOLY FUCK MY HANDS AND FINGERS HURT SO MUCH FROM USING THE SCISSORS AND EXACTO KNIFE ;______; I AM GOING TO BE SORE FOR DAYS. DAYS.
my room looks like something exploded in it (and/or like a giant hamster has been shredding paper to build a big nest in the middle of the floor which may or may not be fairly accurate) but I cannot fucking be bothered to move anything except maybe those pizza boxes because holy fuck I just want to collapse and be unconscious forever. I am covered in paint and glue and bits of paper and god knows what else but OH I DID LAUNDRY TODAY ALSO FUCK I HAVE TO PUT CLOTHES AWAY OR I WON'T HAVE SPACE ON MY BED FOR ME
mmm studenthood
I think my eye is developing a twitch
OH MY GOD MY COLLAGES ARE FINALLY FUCKING DONE
THE FACT THAT IT IS ALMOST 3:30 AM MEANS I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THEM TODAY FOR LIKE NINE HOURS.
AND SEVEN ON FRIDAY AND... GOD I LOST TRACK ON THURSDAY /HEAD IN HANDS
i should have about 3 times as many pieces for tomorrow as I do now but i just cannot bring myself to give a damn because i could not have realistically worked more than i did this week and i did my fucking best so ... it's... ..there's nothing more i could have done. WHATEVSSssss. I don't even know if i like these. right now i just don't EVER WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN HOLY FUCK MY HANDS AND FINGERS HURT SO MUCH FROM USING THE SCISSORS AND EXACTO KNIFE ;______; I AM GOING TO BE SORE FOR DAYS. DAYS.
my room looks like something exploded in it (and/or like a giant hamster has been shredding paper to build a big nest in the middle of the floor which may or may not be fairly accurate) but I cannot fucking be bothered to move anything except maybe those pizza boxes because holy fuck I just want to collapse and be unconscious forever. I am covered in paint and glue and bits of paper and god knows what else but OH I DID LAUNDRY TODAY ALSO FUCK I HAVE TO PUT CLOTHES AWAY OR I WON'T HAVE SPACE ON MY BED FOR ME
mmm studenthood
I think my eye is developing a twitch