fuck you tuesday
So I've been in a sad/anxious/angry/happy/fatigued FUCK YOU mood as of late.
And I apparently have'nt been eating enough because I felt like I was going to pass out when I was warming up with the company. I became severly fatigued and spacy. I tried to go jogging todya after sitting on my ass for two weeks. I couldn't handle it after 7 minutes. I was out of breath. Maybe it's cuz I quit smoking. Maybe it's cuz I never jog . I noticed I started sprinting at one point for no reason? WTF!
Rosanna made me do a collage on Branwell Bronte + Me. She wants me to read Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre and I don't want to cuz I'm not getting paid for it and fuck that shit. I'm a dancer...and college doesn't start till Sept. But i know she wants me to learn about the Brontes cuz our dance piece is about them and their lives.
Blah.
Now she wants me to do some map of made-up life events and another collage. I don't want to compare Branwell Bronte. He died after having a tragic life of addiction and incompetence. So I refused to find parallels to him and when I explain myself to rosanna and how I relate to him I'm going to lie cuz fuck this and fuck everything.
But I'm gonna do it anyway cuz I don't want to upset her.
Here's my collage. Blah.
And I'm having teeth issues. The enamel is wearing down into crevices since I'm grinding my teeth at night. Never noticed it before. I guess major trauma will changes things your body does without you even noticing it.
And I apparently have'nt been eating enough because I felt like I was going to pass out when I was warming up with the company. I became severly fatigued and spacy. I tried to go jogging todya after sitting on my ass for two weeks. I couldn't handle it after 7 minutes. I was out of breath. Maybe it's cuz I quit smoking. Maybe it's cuz I never jog . I noticed I started sprinting at one point for no reason? WTF!
Rosanna made me do a collage on Branwell Bronte + Me. She wants me to read Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre and I don't want to cuz I'm not getting paid for it and fuck that shit. I'm a dancer...and college doesn't start till Sept. But i know she wants me to learn about the Brontes cuz our dance piece is about them and their lives.
Blah.
Now she wants me to do some map of made-up life events and another collage. I don't want to compare Branwell Bronte. He died after having a tragic life of addiction and incompetence. So I refused to find parallels to him and when I explain myself to rosanna and how I relate to him I'm going to lie cuz fuck this and fuck everything.
But I'm gonna do it anyway cuz I don't want to upset her.
Here's my collage. Blah.
And I'm having teeth issues. The enamel is wearing down into crevices since I'm grinding my teeth at night. Never noticed it before. I guess major trauma will changes things your body does without you even noticing it.