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I think I just need to get it out of my system.
Once I do, then maybe I will get out of my head. I don't know what's wrong with me. But I have been hunting for that stupid little green dot all week.
Today I was startled by the janitor on my way out of one of the classrooms--he was about to make his way in. His name is Art. After four to five weeks and many inconsequential conversations I have finally discovered that. He shook my hand in our exchange of names, but I couldn't help but follow up our greeting with wiping my hand on my pants. I'm sure he wears those those blue latex gloves for a reason...
He proceeded to tell me about his rental car as though we had already talked about the accident he was in, but fortunatly for him I was able to piece the story together without having him backtrack through it. He is a nice man. Which is easy to recognize by his soft raspy voice. His teeth suggested he was a smoker while the little bit of snot running down his nose made me think he was either cold, sick, or both.
His job must be a lonely one, though I am sure he doesn't spend all night in those portables on top of the hill...
I feel like there is alot on my plate.
Yet I try to manage as best I can. The past few months I have been speeding through my 6-day long work weeks usually leaving me with just enough energy on Sunday to stumble off my couch but go no further than the boundaries of my room door. The high stress, not eating right, little exercising is beginning to take its toll on me--which is quite obvious when I am always waking up with headaches. Except on Saturday when I slept on Rosie's bed because she was at my Sister's. Maybe I should invest in a bed? (After I invest in larger living quarters, I guess...)
I have been drawing alot. So that is a good thing. Also I have been understanding how to better manage critisism as well as deliver helpful critiques. Well, up to the point where I find an other's piece I begin to admire--in which case I begin this rampage of self-loathing that terrorizes all my dreams and aspirations and ego.
I should work on my storyboard before bed.
Spring Break in a week and a half, and although I am probably have plenty of work to do,
it's going to be nice not having to get my ass to class for those 4 days.