Saturday, March 25, 2006
IB proves to be a social suicide. While everyone goes out merrily on the short days, I get stuck in school for Spanish lessons. Mierde. It's going to be even worse next week. Three times a week. Whoopeedoo. So, as you can see, Bri, I'm not being anti-social. Spanish lessons are being anti-me.
Have been rather down lately, what with all the horrendous school work, having to deal with a certain anal-retentive character, getting pressurized by the ring thing and not getting inspirations for my art works. Plus, I'm terribly tired of getting caught in the middle. It's totally flummoxing not knowing who to side and which way to go. It's killing me. But that's if I don't kill all the people around me first. So don't worry about me, I'm not having suicidal thoughts:D
To add on unkindly to my depressing mood, I've just received an email from Dam's Mom, informing me that he'd OD'ed and is currently lying in the hospital. I've never been really close to him but it's just upsetting to picture him in such a terrible situation. Meanwhile, Jez and Jul are still drinking to their hearts' content, ignoring my pleas to stop drinking so excessively. Alcohol is not the root of all evil. Addiction is. Please, my beloved pack of friends, cut down your alcohol consumption. Or you'll all die and I'll end up moaning at your graves every full moon night. Which is not exactly flattering for me, so don't make me do that because that'll be so heartless of you.
On a lighter note, I've decided to share my works with you guys.:) The above piece is entitled 'He said he loved me...'. This piece allows you to draw many different inferences and it won a DA contest. One of my favs:)
keep it SHUT;
9:38 am
