Haet.

I will be so glad when tomorrow is fucking over.

Scott never showed up today. He said he'd be able to take me to Wal*Mart at or around 5:00. I called him at 5:30. I sent him a total of two text messages, three calls and a voice mail, went to his room, went to Isaac's and Tom's rooms, went to two common areas he frequents, and checked the dining halls for him. I finally had to give up and borrow cab money from Clara to get to fucking Wal*Mart for supplies for my goddamn project that is due in six and a half hours. I am going to fucking punch him when I see him. I kind of want to smack the glasses off his face. You don't tell someone you'll give them a ride and then proceed to render yourself ninja. Fuck's sake.

And, my project isn't even turning out like I'd hoped. I didn't cock the angles of the bottles enough in relation to each other, so instead of a spiral, I have... a curve. And I have no more two-liter bottles with which to continue it. AND, I ruined two of them by discovering that ohshit, hot glue melts bottle plastic. Hahah. Ended up using the hot glue anyway--just applying it directly to the joint instead of each piece separately, so they melt together instead of... shriveling like the one did.

Eh. It's not completely awful--it actually looks kinda cool--but it's not remotely what I was going for. And I still have to put it up--and I have to wait until it's light to do so. SUNRISE PLZ? Guh. I hope I don't get points docked for it not being what I envisioned. :| Ffffrgh. It's in the artist's nature to go along with mistakes that look neat, right? Argh. Fuck. I just want to get my passing C and go on my way, please.

The paintings are at least done. I have decided that I hate painting plain white cloth draped over a surface. It is both difficult and boring. I was supposed to have one three-hour and one 8+ hour, but. Ahaha. The larger one I gave up on after two and a half and I knocked out the little one in about 45 minutes. I just don't care enough; but they look decent at the least. And the interior pieces look good. Man. So much hate for end-of-term work.

And what's even BETTER is I decided to waste some time before sunup by packing. Figured I'd do some laundry! I dumped my hamper out on the laundry room floor, sorted... and suddenly, ANTS. ANTS FUCKING EVERYWHERE. There had been none on the floor when I started; they all SURGED from this little place near one of the pipes like OOH WHAT IS THIS?!?! FFFFFFFF. CUT. CUT FACE. I got everything moved and shaken out, but GAWD, ew. Hsss.

And goddamnit I would like it if my nose would stop leaking, I would stop sneezing so hard it hurt everything in my respiratory system, and I would stop coughing so hard it felt like my lungs were turning inside out through my throat (and bringing sandpaper with them). At one point I ended up setting down my sculpture and, like... flailing around the room and hallway because I could not breathe. FFFFRGH. Worst timing ever.

And SPEAKING of horrible timing, my fucking phone was possessed earlier today. It called Shawna's old number. Three times. Once while I'm POSITIVE it was key-locked. I look at my phone, which has not rung, and randomly, I have "Shawna-chan" listed in sent, received and missed calls, and I have new voicemail. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I checked the voicemail--and it was some chick I don't know. "HI I just saw I missed your call. I don't know if I know you, but you have some 814 number--call me! :D" I--I don't know what the fuck. There were two voicemails from her. The phone called this chick twice. I made damn sure to lock the keys manually for the next hour--while at Wal*Mart--during which I got some texts from Dad. And another call from the chick. I ignored that one. Then, while I was in checkout, my phone turned itself off despite having full battery. Possessed. I am upset, confused, and pissed off. I don't know why my phone thinks it was funny to call Shawna's old number, I am irrationally pissed off that some woman now has her old number--and I am really really fucking upset because TIMING MUCH? I have ENOUGH to deal with without my phone being haunted to select the number of my dead Hikari, thank you. :( And oh, wait wait--I looked at my phone because it was ringing and then cut off--my phone answered a call from Shawna, but when I brought it to my ear and said hello, no one was there. I DO NOT NEED THIS.

I also have no idea how I'm going to pack all this shit up and get three boxes, a microwave and a refrigerator to Huebeck. The BEST part is that I have no choice but to take it all there on Friday (despite that a friend told me taking stuff there on Friday gets you LOL WELL I GUESS WE CAN TRY TO SMOOSH YOUR STUFF IN LOLOL), since they stop taking stuff at 4:00pm, and my crit doesn't end until 3:00pm tomorrow. x( Goddamnit. I am so frazzled right now.

I also have to fit most of my stuff in a trunk and backseat, leaving room to see over it all--and figure out how to safely transport multiple paintings and a still-life. AND I wanted to take digital images of all my work--as you guys remember me saying multiple times, I'm sure--but that would take HOURS that I do not have. I also promised (at least!) a game of Magic to Tom, I told Gilly that Tom and I would play Guitar Hero before I left, and I want to hang out with the freshies as well. :( Basically, I'm going to take a two-three hour nap after crit tomorrow and then not sleep until the car ride home. And I only got five-six hours this morning, and four-five the day before that. ...And possibly like three the day before that. FFFFFFFFF.

"Crunch time" makes me want to punch a baby.



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Also the "music" is actually what's playing in my on-shuffle WMP right now. Lulz.

Tags: college, final projects, gilly, hikari, illness, laundry, packing, painting i, phone, pissed, rage, rant, scott, sculpture i, shawna, sick, tom, weirdness
Current Location: Goucher - Dorm Room
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: Saliva - Survival of the Sickest