Oh myyy am I counting down the days until this semester is overrr. College is BRUTAL. It wouldn't be so bad if I was actually doing work I wanted to do. Foundation classes are great and all but I wasn't expecting things like cutting ass loads of paper and putting together layouts and crap like that. I was thinking more along the lines of still lives and...other various normal things >_>
I will continue to complain until I get some classes I actually appreciate.

I always have these FANTASTIC ideas to draw or write about when I have loads of work to do. It's not fair > *not that I didn't make the time to do it anywayyy and will therefore be screwed doing ohh sixteen or so drawings tonight that are due tomorrowwww*
Procrastination is a bad, bad thing and I am a wonderful babbler. In other news:

I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you
Now I can't stop

I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You could not have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone

I'm already gone...

that song is too addicting for it's own good.