Friday, April 12, 2002
Currently listening to: "Compulsion" by Martin Gore
You know what I have the compulsion to do right now? Sit down and read. Curl up and go to sleep. Shut it all out. The Spring Semester Syndrome (SSS) is really starting to get to me. Each time I complete a project or finish a book or take an exam, I immediately have another project, reading assignment, or upcoming test thrown on top of me -- and everything is due within the same week, it seems. It's tiring. It's frustrating. And I am more than ready for it to all be over.
Especially art. You know, in the fall, I was really enthusiastic about my art classes -- even despite the fact that my teacher was the most sarcastic, sadistic, and completely unconstructive critic -- but now, I've really hit an "artistic plateau"; I don't notice any improvement whatsoever. I don't even feel minor satisfaction with what I DO produce in my drawing classes. It's increasingly exasperating, and I feel more and more like I'm going nowhere. I'm sure it will pass -- it always does -- but when I spend at least sixteen hours of my week cooped up in a room with terrible lighting and scattered dirty easels, staining my clothes with charcoal and chalk, for a drawing that doesn't even begin to please me... it's rather demoralizing. Paired with the usual SSS, it's certainly not helping my general mood, and it just makes me want to concentrate all the more on something that doesn't involve school -- like writing, although that seems to be equally frustrating for me at the moment.
Anyway. Despite my desire to just sit and read, or take a nap, I'm packing up to travel home for the weekend. My birthday is this Sunday (hint hint), so of course I'm going home to celebrate with my friends. It ought to be a fun time. Plus I get chocolate cake -- or at least, I'd better get chocolate cake -- which is nice, considering my chocolate cravings from the Lenten sacrifice still haven't completely subsided. Heh.
All right, enough of my pity party. I'm off to pack -- and party for real. Hee hee.
| 5:02 PM |
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