…Sometimes I catch myself humming Pokemon music, the kind from when you’re walking around misc. routes, whenever I’m walking to/from class.
I don’t know how to feel about this.
There is not enough time.
Why am I so bad at planning?
Oh and my little sister is drawing the Tardis there in her little child’s square. Cool kid.
The photograph I’m working with is absolutely gorgeous. I’m so psyched. C:
Anyone who’s free tomorrow should stop by downtown St. Cloud and check it out.
College essays are so difficult.
All I have right now is two words and a colon.
and I’ll probably edit those out in the next few minutes
art school you’re ruining art for me, you are not what i thought you’d be at all, and to be frank i can’t stand you. so take your fucking fancy ass paint names and shove them up your ass because painting a million dots on a page won’t ever help me get any where in my real fucking life.
I’ve felt like this far too many times, mostly during those more specific, do it this way only kind of assignments. Or for me, the “I’m still up at three a.m. for this stupid assignment” paintings. It’ll make you nuts if you let it! Hang in there, girl. Breathe.