Remember when I used to blog? When I used to design? When I used to be a carefree teen without a severe coffee addiction and bad skin?
Yeah, neither do I.
My attitude has improved since my last post, but my situation has not. I never thought I could have more work than I have in years past. But now, even though I no longer nap or spend every other day sitting at Starbucks all afternoon, I never have all my homework and design work finished by my normal bed time. I haven’t even found time to start a single college application essay. It’s rough, knowing I’m doing everything I can and it’s still not enough. At this point, I either need to stay up past midnight every day or get bitten by a radioactive spider to stay on track. I like sleeping, so if anyone knows where I can find the latter…hit me up.
Honestly, I don’t know what else to say at this point. I started this blog, thinking I had more to say on the topic, but all I have is sappy crap and emotional mumbo jumbo. I hate sappy crap and emotional mumbo jumbo. So really, I guess this is just to say that I’m not as pissy as I was a couple weeks ago. I mean, I’m still pissy. I’m never not. Just…to a lesser extent. To a “I won’t whip out the mace but beware a kidney punch” extent.
Even though I’ve yet to return all my neglected comments, I’m sick of reading “Congrats on successfully completing BEDA,” so I’m posting again.
I’ve been feeling a little scattered lately. Overall, I’m happy, but deep down I have these thoughts that are gnawing at my organs and putting me through short periods of unwelcome melancholy. I’ve been posting a bunch of mini-blogs over at my tumblr to get some of it out of my system. Still, I feel like a list of all the odds and ends running through my brain will make me feel better if posted here. So…let’s roll.
I just…I don’t know how I feel right now. Funky. That’s the only word that really seems to fit. I’m not exactly sad, but something is bugging the bejesus out of me and I can’t figure it out. Is it a thought on this list? The combination of these thoughts? Or something that I can’t comprehend? I don’t know.
I just want to go to the zoo.
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