feariebird

School, as one would suspect, sucks away a lot of free time. If i have free time, I spend it: 1. reading for fun, because I have to read 100 pages of NOT FUN every week. 2. sleeping, curse 8 am classes across campus. 3. working because my income does not match my outcome and financial aid is a lie. 4. writing, so i can sleep at night without my brain exploding. 5. when i finally get the juice to draw, i am satisfied by a doodle, or half a doodle. I wish it was more, but the creative juices get sucked up other places.  : ( now, if i could upload my assignments from psych, that would be nice. but i will never show off anything on lined n

i want to sit in a corner and scream profanities. i'm so sick of essays and scholarships and writing BULL. I havent felt so much rage, like that feeling you get in your chest where if someone came up to you and said something harmless like, "do i know you?" you'd punch their teeth/lights out? or if that one co-worker sets the fork on the wrong side of the place mat one more time, you'll tear their face off? or if they ask that one question one more time? you start to contemplate homicide? "figure, well, insanity cuz this ain't normal.so that's like 15 years. doesn't seem too bad...." last time i felt the urge to scream and rip a face off, t

HA, reminds me of home videos @ Meg's. Soilder: This sucks. *arror held in place under his arm* Soilder 2: Only the maid of lorraine can save us now...*kicks dirt* Boy dressed in POOR POOR drag: never fear, for I am the maid of Lorraine! My name is joan of arc! I rolled on the floor with laughter and nearly took out the DVD rack at Meg's. Videos of Meg's friend's ex-boyfriend's and his buds from way up north there in ol' minnesootah yah, ya know. Homemade videos for school on historical events. I watched a poorly made Joan of Arc, WW2, and Louis & Clark. Anyway, what i was going to journal about is that it BITES being sick. been sick for