Why do I ever stay on the internet late at night? It always ends with me scaring the shit out of myself with unsolved local murder stories or creepy vintage photos (gas masks or momento mori) or… porn.
I need to not.
The year is winding down, and I’m restless and ready to be done
A huge weight off my shoulders, in that with ceramics all I have left to worry about is glazing a few pieces. I put everything I had left in the last bisque fire pile today.
I have a paper to write for my 1960s class, another opEd, and a final to study for. I’m not excited about it, but it’s really the least of my worries. That style of studying is not hard. Read some chapters, take some notes, memorize some facts. Easy peasy.
in sculpture, we haven’t started our final piece yet. we have a critique tomorrow though. no prob. I just have to finish painting my fire tree.
and my IT class… well we’re supposed to be working on a final project, but I’ve tried to get in contact with my group, and no one has responded. ugh.
I just hope to pass everything now.
And pick up as many hours at work as possible.