October 14, 2004 :: 12:23 a.m.
there's an x-acto knife in my art box and I'm not afraid to use it
Man, I have another headache. I'm so fucking sick of headaches. I used to go through spurts where I'd get them constantly, every day at least, and eventually I saw a doctor about it. In case it was a tumor or something. It wasn't. It was tension headaches, apparently. Usually caused by stress and such. My doctor thought there might be some depression involved as well, since they were fairly chronic as far as headaches go, and he told me that if they kept up I might want to look into anti-depressants. Fun. I still got the headaches, but I just complained less and mainlined whatever aspirin-like substance I could get my hands on. Because dude, it was just not worth the trouble.
I've had my share of migraines in the past as well, which are of course the ultimate beast master of all headaches EVAR. These headaches are not migraines. Not even close. For that, I am grateful. However, they still fucking hurt and I would very much appreciate it if the evil rabid gnomes in my skull could stop spit-roasting my brain one little chunk at a time. Thanks ever so.
Anyway. My Western Art midterm went well. I knew all but one date, because I'm a dumbass and somewhere along the line this particular structure got omitted from my list o' things to know. So I'm pretty confident that I did well, barring any crazy Polish nazi grading quirks. Gah, do I despise that man.
And then there was 2D. I've said it before, but it bears repeating: I HATE 2D-DESIGN. This class just makes me feel like a piece of filthy-fuzz-covered gum stuck to the bottom of someone's old sneaker. Seriously, I go in dreading it and leave with my self-esteem knocked down a whole bunch of notches into an even more remote location than it is normally. Which is really kind of amazing, considering, but since I have to spend 6 hours there every Wednesday it sucks rather hellaciously. Grrr. It's just like... I try, I really do, but it's never good enough. It's never clean enough or straight enough or perfect enough. It makes me crazy. Especially considering that I have this insane complex where I must be the best at everything I do.
Wednesdays leave me wanting to drink. For me, the girl who has had like 8 drinks total in her life, that's pretty damn bad.
My hands are all itchy and I don't know why. I'm all paranoid that it's poison ivy again. Seriously, that experience has scarred me for life. If I get poison ivy all over my hands again I will chop them off and learn to type with my nose. Or stick them in a bath of sulfuric acid. Whichever.
In conclusion, cupcakes are, once again, the devil. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Uuughghg.
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