Today is October 17, 2005
Today is October 17, 2005.
My first breakdown of the semester has occured.
It is about right, about time of the middle of the semester.
I cried to stephanie makris.
I hate school. It is stressful. Too many deadlines. Too many demands.
I found out I will not be graduating, until 7 years. That can blow my ass hole.
The one thing I was looking foward to, will put me a year and a half behind. So now I can not go to Rome for a semester.
I wanted to go to Scotland this summer. But now my guidance counsler said to go to Rome for the summer instead of the semester.
Dad said he will not pay for any extra classes. That means I need $9000 to go to Rome by summer. That is a joke.
I am doomed. I have so much work, so much!!
I am getting deadly sick. My nose is soooo runny. And i have a killer headache for the past 11 days, that is not normal.
Art school is killing me. I hope this is all worth it.
I hate how I am an over achiever.
I hate how I want to do everything.
I realized why I never cry and am always so happy today.
My pictures really brought out my emotions in photography, and today I really did portray me ceying, just like the pictures.
I realized as much as I want to be spontanious, I need things to be concrete. I need things to be set in stone.
I like the fact that I have security. I like saying I am getting married to Matt, because otherwise i would be scared, scared of being alone.
I like having plans. Being on time. Knowing what each day is going to be like, living on a schedule.
I like knowing what classes I am taking and when and where, a sense of security, a sense of set ground.
I hate being stupid. I hate being oblivious. I hate being out of order. I hate not knowing.
Sometimes life can really suck.
My first breakdown of the semester has occured.
It is about right, about time of the middle of the semester.
I cried to stephanie makris.
I hate school. It is stressful. Too many deadlines. Too many demands.
I found out I will not be graduating, until 7 years. That can blow my ass hole.
The one thing I was looking foward to, will put me a year and a half behind. So now I can not go to Rome for a semester.
I wanted to go to Scotland this summer. But now my guidance counsler said to go to Rome for the summer instead of the semester.
Dad said he will not pay for any extra classes. That means I need $9000 to go to Rome by summer. That is a joke.
I am doomed. I have so much work, so much!!
I am getting deadly sick. My nose is soooo runny. And i have a killer headache for the past 11 days, that is not normal.
Art school is killing me. I hope this is all worth it.
I hate how I am an over achiever.
I hate how I want to do everything.
I realized why I never cry and am always so happy today.
My pictures really brought out my emotions in photography, and today I really did portray me ceying, just like the pictures.
I realized as much as I want to be spontanious, I need things to be concrete. I need things to be set in stone.
I like the fact that I have security. I like saying I am getting married to Matt, because otherwise i would be scared, scared of being alone.
I like having plans. Being on time. Knowing what each day is going to be like, living on a schedule.
I like knowing what classes I am taking and when and where, a sense of security, a sense of set ground.
I hate being stupid. I hate being oblivious. I hate being out of order. I hate not knowing.
Sometimes life can really suck.