Wackity Wack
Bleh...I need an earlier bedtime. But, I don't want to go to Painting tomorrow! I hate that class. It would be alright if we were actually learning something, ya know...recieving art instruction which is pretty much the purpose of an art class, no? We're not. She tells us our assignment and then turns us loose with the paint. I feel like I'm back in elementary. Not to mention she's going to kill me for not having my paintings. I don't care...I hate acrylics and everything I did with them looked like shit. So, I trashed them. I don't even particularly care if I fail that class. I was freaking out last week getting everything together to apply to CCAD. Now, I'm not even sure if I'll go if I'm accepted. Am I bipolar or what? I just really need to figure out what I want out of life. *le sigh*