On top of all of the deadlines that I must meet, I have this really bad I don't even know what it is. I've been naseous for probably four days straight and I don't have a clue as to what is causing this. I suppose I'll have to go to the doctor tomorrow. If I die, all my clothes go to my sister and all of my art stuff will, actually, go to her too. She obviously means the world to me.
Okay, thought: Astrology, a Pseudoscience?
I don't know; research will be done as soon as I get a chance and my final assignment for my final critique is finally moving well. I have a lot down on a cold-pressed illustration board that's the coolest thing ever. You might need a sign to cut it though. I have a lot to do and a lot ahead of me this week, as I will be applying (round 3, final round?) to Boulder Creek once again and I swear, it was just meant to be that I would be attending Stony Brook and Boulder Creek at the same time in my life. Ironic.
I left a piece of vine charcoal on his desk instead of the usual bobby pin; I hope he remembers how good last night was, even if I do have an angiris.
Hollister, here I come; five hours of my life, will go to waste, as I will only make almost $37 dollars for that torchurous and long time period of loud music and bitchy girls [the customers].
I wish I was staying at home singing something like "I'm not alone 'coz the TV's on yeahh" instead; that would be much more comfortable for me right now.
I may look like I feel fine, but I really don't.
Have a good night for me.
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