Frustration/Anticipation

So I haven't written in here for a while, I'm not sure whether it's due to apathy or being busy, probably a mixture of both.

Today was not a good day. Today was comprised of me and my mom cleaning out the old apartment, moving shit out, and just generally busting my ass and yelling back and forth all day. It saddens me to see our supposed incompatibility when it comes to teamwork, haha.

I officially finished online class today, woohoo! I expect great things from in-class, and as my Uncle Steve put it, there'll be a "bevy" of attractive artschool ladies in my imminent future, or so I hope. That and my Bianchi's fixed, so I feel as if I have a world of opportunity ahead of me. The only problem is I'm impatient and feeling a bit unprepared, as ever. I need to take lists more often..

My hair is pissing me off. I'm over this grizzly shitty beard and big hair thing, I think I'm chopping it off to wear it short a la Dennis Reynolds of Always Sunny and shaving my shitscruff. I need a change, as always.

I realized yesterday how much of a world of difference it makes to begin writing cohesively like this, the words come much more fluidly than they initially did. Essay-writing will do that to one, I suppose, either that or THC. Speaking of, I've gone without for a few days, as well as kicking cloves to the curb, and it's killing me. I wonder if that has to due with my irritability... fuck, of course it does!

Too much angst in me for anything really constructive today. Fuck.


Things will turn up, I'm sure of it, but today was WACK, DAWG.