Fucking internet is being so slow. This is what I pay $50 per month for? Thanks a lot, Time Warner Cable.
Honestly, there are so many things that have been pissing me off and agitating me lately, from finals to my roommate and her irresponsible money habits to the fact that my desk doesn’t fit into my bedroom to an argument my boyfriend and I had about abortion the other night. It’s hard to tell whether I really am experiencing some very stressful events and I’m justified in my anger, or whether I’m just turning into a bitch.
I’m not going to get too much into it now, though. I just can’t wait for summer. I’m going to try to build a robot. I’d also like to host some open studio nights, and I think I might use those nights to try and start working on a graphic novel. I’ve been meaning to put my life and my thoughts into comic strip form for some while now, and this will provide a handy opportunity for me to do so. Other than that, guess I’ll be working, doing freelance work, trying to break into the professional world of web design, and spending lots of quality time with my boyfriend…and my friends, of course.
The weird part about finals is that one one hand, they stress me out, and on the other hand, there is something I can’t help but enjoy about that time of the semester. There’s something cathartic about secluding myself in my studio, churning out work, and not having any other responsibilities or obligations to deal with. The school campus remains open twenty-four hours a day, except Saturday nights, so I don’t even have to commute back and forth. I guess that’s one of the advantages of attending an art school. If finals meant shutting myself away for two weeks to dope myself up on caffeine and cram information for five or six exams into my head, then finals would be a sheer drag.