I think that girl with the yellow patch on the leg is me.
Also I think I’ve gotten somewhere between half and a third of my sleep this week during naps.
Also I’m almost done with school; only one more “final” left AKA drawing critique AKA another 10 or so hours of work this weekend ._.
During my 4D class on Friday, we were assigned a character with three random characteristics (mine were tall, stylish, and observant) and then asked to write a one page narrative starting with the words “I was just fired. I walked out and went…”
I actually liked mine (somewhat anyway), so I’ve decided to post it. Opinions?
Last night I decided to ban myself from reading anymore fanfiction for the rest of the school year (11 days motherfuckers) and ughhh the regret Q__Q
The weather is beautiful today and my legs look incredible and I’m very seriously considering going into character development as a career and that’s what we’re doing in Drawing right now (assignment due tomorrow) and it’s stressing me out because I’m not creative and I don’t draw characters well but it’s so interesting and impressive and all I want in life i think is to impressive myself constantly forever&ever.
The weather is very pleasant at the moment. It has cooled down from earlier of sunshine and clear skies, to evening, to gray clouds and light rain and distant thunder.
As of late, my life has been plodding along steadily. My room is a mess, but I find things easily; my phone is falling apart but tape keeps it together for weeks on end; I play league too-frequently—and it is fun—but with friends who I don’t even really know.
My grades are—decent. I think. I got into most of the classes and times I want to for next year. I have started exercising again. I drink infrequently and smoke even less.
What I’m trying to say is, I think, is that my life has reached a stasis. I have neither fallen behind nor risen above.
Yet in another manner of speaking, simply not rising above equates falling behind.
I have become mediocre and predictable and boring.
But I want to be GREAT I want to do EVERYTHING I want to be courageous no matter where I go or what I am doing I want to be interesting and glamorous and intelligent I want all of it.
Or you know, nothing at all. Death.
In a way, nothing and everything become—exactly the same thing.