when. will. you. crack. whenwillyoucrackwhenwillyoucrack

i can't remember when the last time i sat down to collect ideas thoughts and etc..
i'm sitting here at 240am thinking blankly of what to do for tomorrow's tree drawing assignment.
i went through about four different drawings and i'm just not that confident about any of them.
looking for places to blame, somewhere to shove in every little excuse i've got.
just knowing that if i slip this time there's no coming back literally seriously
there's still much printing to be done, books to be bound, sheets to be pulled, trees to be drawn, responses to be written, papers to be perfected etc etc etc
my mind has wandered off somewhere else, my heart drops for a completely different reason, my body's just waiting for consistency of warmth, the kid in me wants to enjoy a picnic on a sunday afternoon.

why do i do the things that i do?

this is gonna be super vague

but i wish i could really stop
right here
and never of conscious of what's going on ever again

one of those days

i was in a complete high energy mode today
unusually happy
and thought i was making clever remarks when in fact i just ended up insulting the innocent civilians
maybe that's why i decided to cram all the work i can do in two days before the deadline of the show i make so much sense
fuck me and high energy

i got my casablanca back
oh sweet ingrid and humphrey
all this in the midst of crazy stopmotion shoot

in other news
i got no art work to post up yet
started on many things, haven't finished any
two more days until they're all due
5 .5 more weeks till we're out
about 2 month till summer class
i just never want to stop