my dad threatens to kick me out if i dont smile and act cheerful. i apparently ask for money all the time, because you know, the fact that i go to university is asking for a lot of money. its personal enjoyement really, i mean, FUCK if i was going to nscad, okay, it might be a bit personal. but im going to kings, and i went to kings not because i wanted to go to kings anymore but because i thought that was what i was SUPPOSED to do. this is making less sense to me than this fucking kings paper. who quotes something at you and tells you to discuss it for 1600 words? WHAT THE FUCK.
the only parts i enjoy are the parts where they show us the pretty paintings, by caravaggio today. that was awesome. i enjoyed that a lot. i enjoy my photography course a lot. that magnificent, and exciting and i cant wait to take pictures, and develope them. i want to take it next semester again, if i can. and another course. i cant get enough of nscad courses. THATS learning and thats soemthing that stimulates my glands.
i am sick of everything and everything is frusturating me and everything is frusturating.
i planned out my life in such a way that i could never hope to achieve.
i used to love ancient egyptians till i had to compare their various texts that make little sense nowadays.
AHHH THE GLOOM. the gloom the gloom. i like the word gloom, i wish i was a poetry major, i cant wait till we start modern works, that maybe i might understand. im determined to kill the paper on the waste lands, t.s elliot.
fuck ya'll, seriously.
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