Wednesday, December 29, 2004

I got tired of the dark colors and such. You like?

Friday, December 24, 2004

So. I am home.
I love and hate being home. Love because I get to sleep in my bed and take showers without shoes. Hate because I have to face the fact that my mother is not completely back to normal. When I am at school I can ignore her every health crisis. But when I am at home it is in my face all the time. I had to deal with my mother's health all through high school. I can't do it any more. I think I am allowed that. Its just one thing after another. Why can't she be healthy for once?

Thursday, December 16, 2004

I am tired of being sick. I have been sick forever. Goodness. I am tragic.
Saturday I get to come home. It will be wonderful.
I hate critiques with a fiery passion. The way my prof conducts does not make them productive or worth my while at all. Nobody ever says anything in them. Cuz everybody is tired of looking at pictures by the time it is time to turn them in. Uggghhh.
I'm spent.