it feels good to be back home
someday, I will say that, damnit!
So... i MIGHT be moving to Ottawa in...august...ish... wish Aric and whoever else. not sure yet though. well, not set in stone. but apparently i'm in mind for it.
so, thats got me happy again, i guess. not too much to worry about there. except for finding an effing JOB, bah.
the past week was pretty good, mood wise. i finished my ISU for World History today... but i think i might fail the course in general. i can't grasp a lot of it, I blame ADD...
but, besides that, i have a lot to wrap up around. I have the FUCKING HUGE painting in Art, the guitar to finish, the two people thing to start, the mask to finish, the bust to finish...
in world history i have the fucking Ghandi Seminar to think about, a test to study for on Tuesday, a lot of catching up to do note wise... i'm screwed. music wise, i don't know whats going on. we're going to start a project i wont know how to do, because it's been about two months since we did theory and i can't remember a thing.
once again, i'm screwed.
but this week was good.
although...
last night i had a dream where someone got the shit beaten out of them at school, like, unconscious on the floor, and they turned into a pile of sticks while i was holding their hand. it was wierd, almost funny... but actually sad. before that was a wierd party dream with Aric in this camp ground with a lot of music, beer, and picnic tables... none of these were happy, just incredibly wierd.
looks like I've fallen back into THOSE dreams again... fuck they're scary.
sigh
oh dreams.
a long time ago i had a dream about someone, visitting me in stirling, when the creek and pond were dried up. not too long ago i had another dream about the same person, in front of the pro (the pro, selling Fries, in my dreams), and somewhere else...
some dreams never go away. they stick to you. like a tiny tiny insignificant cut, at least you think it's nothing, but it leaves this little white line on your forever, and whenever you see it, you remember it, and it's not nice...
funny how metaphors and simile's work so great at getting a point across! i love it.
well... thats that. I hope i get a Rowing Machine and a Laptop.
So... i MIGHT be moving to Ottawa in...august...ish... wish Aric and whoever else. not sure yet though. well, not set in stone. but apparently i'm in mind for it.
so, thats got me happy again, i guess. not too much to worry about there. except for finding an effing JOB, bah.
the past week was pretty good, mood wise. i finished my ISU for World History today... but i think i might fail the course in general. i can't grasp a lot of it, I blame ADD...
but, besides that, i have a lot to wrap up around. I have the FUCKING HUGE painting in Art, the guitar to finish, the two people thing to start, the mask to finish, the bust to finish...
in world history i have the fucking Ghandi Seminar to think about, a test to study for on Tuesday, a lot of catching up to do note wise... i'm screwed. music wise, i don't know whats going on. we're going to start a project i wont know how to do, because it's been about two months since we did theory and i can't remember a thing.
once again, i'm screwed.
but this week was good.
although...
last night i had a dream where someone got the shit beaten out of them at school, like, unconscious on the floor, and they turned into a pile of sticks while i was holding their hand. it was wierd, almost funny... but actually sad. before that was a wierd party dream with Aric in this camp ground with a lot of music, beer, and picnic tables... none of these were happy, just incredibly wierd.
looks like I've fallen back into THOSE dreams again... fuck they're scary.
sigh
oh dreams.
a long time ago i had a dream about someone, visitting me in stirling, when the creek and pond were dried up. not too long ago i had another dream about the same person, in front of the pro (the pro, selling Fries, in my dreams), and somewhere else...
some dreams never go away. they stick to you. like a tiny tiny insignificant cut, at least you think it's nothing, but it leaves this little white line on your forever, and whenever you see it, you remember it, and it's not nice...
funny how metaphors and simile's work so great at getting a point across! i love it.
well... thats that. I hope i get a Rowing Machine and a Laptop.
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