:/ :/ :/
I get like.. 5 minutes of anxiety after drinking a significant amount of caffiene, then this awesome rush of readyness and energy. But my favourite is the post adrenaline crash. Oh my gosh I’m excited to feel that tired. I haven’t slept more than like 4 hours the past two days and Im so ready for a night of unconsciousness. One more class!! Three more hours!!
A Not So Interesting Confession:
So I went to draw one of my favourite screamers and he totally turned out looking like Genghis Khan with a microphone and tank top. Practice makes perfect right?
I’ve become the person on art class who hides behind their drawing board texting (or tumbling) pretending to look at the model every once in a while.
You guys I’m freaking out about this storm. I love it I love it I love it I love it I love it.
Sometimes when I’m making plans for the next day I pause and wonder if this is really my life. Have you ever thought back on the past, or on the things that used to be huge that became every day things and wondered how you ended up here? If this is really what life is for you right now? Yeah I’m being cryptic. It’s just weird. This definitely isn’t what I thought it would be like but I think that’s probably just as much of a good thing as it is not.
“I could feel my heartbeat taking me down. And for the moment, I would sleep all right. Veiny with a selfish fear. To keep me up another restless night, another restless night.”
Between Social Work classes (especially Impact of Child Abuse) and listening to Bon Iver to recover immediately after, I’m going to shed a lot of tears this semester over how awful/beautiful this world is.