we are blessed with certain thoughts and speak with very little talk
So here is the Jist of my life rigt now...
I got horriby sick a few weeks ago so the nurse gave me a bottle of robotussin. I had it in my purse all day and it spilled inside my purse. my phone is now soaked in cough syrup. It sucks. But it was hilarious to finally talk to my mom on Easter after she and my entire family tried to get a hold of me the whole weekend. She told me that my dad thought i had died of the mumps. because the last time he had talked to me i was sick and he told me that a few people in this area were getting the mumps. who has the mumps these days? Anyway, my family is nuts. I got a few e-mails from my sister telling me how worried she was.
my mother also told me that she and Jim were engaged. i told her congratulations, because i knew she would like that. its weird. whatevs.
my friend Bob just walked in. he is the first human contact i have had all day.
I have one more issue of the newspaper to put out. God Yes. hopefully my sanity will comeback.
The photo II show is on tuesday. I have three pieces going in to it. only one of those three pieces is complete. im fucked. i know.
"on a scale of one to fucked. i'd say were a seven."
my human contact level has gone up to a four now. and my hope for my final project for Photo has also gone up.
i dont know what im going to do for the break between this term and next term.
I want to go back to New Orleans and there is a good chance i will do that.
or i could ride back to texas with sara and go to her graduation party.
or i could go on a two and a half week road trip to California with Bob and Natalie.
or i could to Chicago for a few days and then figure out things from there.
alls i know is i dont think that a greyhound from chicago to New Orleans is the best idea for me.
i need to get a switchblade. or something of that sort.
I got horriby sick a few weeks ago so the nurse gave me a bottle of robotussin. I had it in my purse all day and it spilled inside my purse. my phone is now soaked in cough syrup. It sucks. But it was hilarious to finally talk to my mom on Easter after she and my entire family tried to get a hold of me the whole weekend. She told me that my dad thought i had died of the mumps. because the last time he had talked to me i was sick and he told me that a few people in this area were getting the mumps. who has the mumps these days? Anyway, my family is nuts. I got a few e-mails from my sister telling me how worried she was.
my mother also told me that she and Jim were engaged. i told her congratulations, because i knew she would like that. its weird. whatevs.
my friend Bob just walked in. he is the first human contact i have had all day.
I have one more issue of the newspaper to put out. God Yes. hopefully my sanity will comeback.
The photo II show is on tuesday. I have three pieces going in to it. only one of those three pieces is complete. im fucked. i know.
"on a scale of one to fucked. i'd say were a seven."
my human contact level has gone up to a four now. and my hope for my final project for Photo has also gone up.
i dont know what im going to do for the break between this term and next term.
I want to go back to New Orleans and there is a good chance i will do that.
or i could ride back to texas with sara and go to her graduation party.
or i could go on a two and a half week road trip to California with Bob and Natalie.
or i could to Chicago for a few days and then figure out things from there.
alls i know is i dont think that a greyhound from chicago to New Orleans is the best idea for me.
i need to get a switchblade. or something of that sort.