Ships In The Night

Finals week and i’m back at Bar Louie.

Insanity.

There's no comfort in the waiting room.

I can not wait for this semester to be over.  I’m sick of my art history teacher that has NO clue whats going on, my computer teacher who doesn’t give a shit, my color and design class that is like repeating my art education all over again (begginning with fourth grade), and my English class that throws more life lessons my way than grammar. I can’t complain TOO much about my English class…  I really just want a fresh start.  These past few months have been one disaster after another.  Between my own doctors appointments and tests, rehab therapy for my back, hospital visits to my gram, and now recently her viewing and funeral.. I am the definition of drained.  I’m in dire need of a vacation.  I need some sort of gratification. Some sort of non-drug-related mind expansion. In the words of Rufus Wainright, “All I ask for is instant pleasure.” Anything?

Hooray for new beginnings.

My grandmother passed away almost a week ago.

She’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a legitimate mother.

I feel paralyzed.

RIDICULOUS amounts of school work to do today.  I need to pull my shit together and have a seriously productive day. Fuuuuck.

Art history mid term tomorrow, color and design project due tomorrow, ALL FYE and Psych work due tomorrow. shit son, it’s gunna be a loooong day.

Oh doctor, doctor

3 appointments in two days. Another coming up on Monday.

Fuck.