Ich haße mich.

I am in the middle of packing. I hate packing. I am getting ready to go back to work. I hate my job. There are alot of people I said goodbye to today and the last week. I hate goodbyes, I especially hate the kind where it is for good, the I'll never see you again type. I invested time to get to know them, and now I can't see them anymore. I hate spring. Because this is the time of year when all this shit goes down. And lastly I hate me, because I let myself get this way. Also I have let myself do this. I really want summer to be over right now.

The Ever So Dauntless Return of the Real World

I don't want to return. That is to the so called real world. I have had enough of it. I would rather paint all day and dream of.... er nevermind. I'm not ready to admit that to myself, let alone YOU internet and random people who can read this. As it is I have grown alot in the last 8 months. I am still the pathetic fat loudmouthed asshole but I am better able to not care so much. I have also found new veniews to be a fat loudmouthed pathetic asshole, as well as in a new language, evidenced of course by the severe tongue lashing I got on New Years in said tongue. HAH!

3 weeks until zero hour. Some of my work will be up in at least one of the campus gallaries, maybe both, who knows? But after that 4 months of backbreaking labor so I can do it all over again. I look forward to September, and loathe May. Oh how I will hate May. Probably June also, just for spite. Anyway, enough of this rambling. This may or may now be simulblogged, blah blah. Vae Vicitus, etc.
Sighning out once again with untoward plaguerization from under my skin.