I have been so bored today that I watched both Bring it On and Bring it on Again on regular t.v.

i hate myself.

its a beautiful day here and once again - nothing but a sea of grey cubicle walls.

and i have been given the mother of all projects - jesus h.

65, sunny, no clouds. I've been up since 5 and at the office since 8:15.

And all I do these days is fucking toil. BLECH.

Crucifixion, or resurrection?

One police report, and for once it's not me threatened. Nope, this time it's a bunch of 8th grade boys threatening bodily harm on a petite, polite, studious 8th grade girl who's sick of being harassed, and who went to the cops. And they're threatening her in front of me AND their classroom teacher, and nothing was being done, so I had to go to an AP.

I wish they had threatened me instead.

most likely my crucifixion.

loogar - i was also up at 5 to make sure to not be late for a 7am disciplinary meeting with an employee...i get there, but of course, no one shows and it gets moved to tomorrow morning. lovely.

man, on one hand i wish that you would get the hell out of there. on the other hand, i wish you could guard each and every one of the good kids at your school. so sad. kids are so cruel.

I'm trying to figure out what I did to screw my karma up so bad.

My day was sucking from the time I woke up.

First our internet has been down since saturday and we still can't figure what's wrong( I came down to my work to use it just now).

Then I lost my phone yesterday and didn't notice it til right before I left for a Dr's appt this morning. Luckily I called the theatre where we saw Wicked yesterday(which was good but still slaughtered the book) and they later called back saying YES they found it.

Then husband and I got in minor argument. And I'm very hormonal right now from being 6 mos along and very tired.

I was a crab ass til I got my phone back.

I had a day of self-loathing and periodic hormonally-induced crying fits *at* work. So, my day wasn't so swell -- I am pretty sure that I have lost all grip on reality.

Anyway, thought I might mention that I almost bought an old house in Zuni but decided I didn't want to travel that far to work (Billysburg). Hope your week gets better.

I should go see what sh*t t.v. is on or binge eat or something...y'know just to pour salt in the self-inflicted wound.

i had a decent day. i went to bed pretty early but when i woke up i was excruciatingly tired. i took a shower but somehow lost track of time and laid in bed for about 20 minutes or so and realized i was extremely late in leaving my house to pick up my friend for school.
i ended up getting him and we were on time, and school went by relatively fast. i saw bluemilk and that made me happier than anything, and i skipped third period and went to a french bakery and got my favorite soup, bought an adorable blue polka dotted dress for 4 dollars, and then went to class.
my art teacher told me my skills were greatly improving which boosted my confidence.
then my day started to go downhill. my dr. pepper went flat, people in art class made me feel stupid (this was an error, though. i was hormonal) i started my period and wasn't prepared. people in my gym class are so fucking mean to me. they make fun of me right in front of my face and this one guy hits on me every single day but i really don't think it's because he actually thinks i'm relatively good looking, he's just doing it in spite of me and to make people laugh.
then i came home and everything was relatively nice until my parents told me i had to go to vcu. the worst thing is that i can't even be angry with them for deciding for me. they were so nice about it and apologized for disappointing me and my dad apologized for not having enough money.
my dad is so quiet and whenever he apologizes to me it makes me want to cry.
i'm just happy i'm going to college. if i want it bad enough i know i will work my fucking ass off and get the highest grades i can in college and make the best artwork i can and i will get into honors art classes and i will have a strong enough portfolio to make it into yale or pratt again.


end of life story

My day was fuckin' great.

If art is your chosen field, then VCU is actually one of the best art schools in the US believe it or not. Sorry about the other stuff...hope your day gets better...mine still remains shite.
EDIT NOTE: Sh*t, hadn't read your thread about parents, etc. Immerse yourself in debt and max out school loans. Follow your heart/intuition/dream...over and out.

The weirdest thing about all this is that you know where Zuni is and I have never heard of Billysburg.

Where is it?

I also know where Pungo is, heh. Billysburg = Williamsburg, sorry.

I know. Public. I know I know. It is a great school.. i'll stop shit talking... but I am really concerned about networking and everything. I want to teach up north... I feel that if I am going to do that then I should be going to school there.

Also, Pratt has been in my mind for only a few years now. It's been about three now I guess. It's a school I never thought i'd ever be accepted into. I always thought I wasn't good enough, but when they accepted me a whole new world of opportunities opened up to me.
New York has built its art community already. I feel like by going to Brooklyn i'd be taking a large step ahead, whereas by staying where i've been my entire life and not giving into uncertainty and the excitement of a place i've never been to (that has a broad community of artists) is much less compelling than the idea of going to Pratt.
I really feel like if I go to VCU unless I fall deeply in love with Richmond and something keeps me here, I will move away after.
Life would be so much easier if my passion was business.

CP, see above my edit. Hadn't realized your story. Looked at your page, you really have talent and it is refreshing to hear someone your age have such a goal/direction. I went to VCU and was quite ambitious myself and remember all these patchouli-wearing slacker types who just did the least they could to get by (now, having said that, there were some great great talent there as well). Anyway, I had to go to VCU because of finances and I actually am glad I did go to VCU because of the great friends I met and I love the city and well...just this past summer finished paying off my gigonda student loan, so y'know...just go for what you need to do...do it for you...max out loans like I said...sorry I'm babbling.

By the way, i don't know about anyone else, but I'm proud of you for getting into Pratt, and I'll bet you are too. It's a good problem to have. You got in. Good job kiddo. Try and imagine how you'd feel if they rejected you.

well.. I'd feel right.
like my art wasn't worth anything... which is wrong, but I can't always feel good about myself.

I don't even think I'm going to tell you what I did today.

<---- cranky

no lunch, it's 5pm and i still have a shitload of work to do. i heart last minute deadlines. my brain is on overload right now. i'll probably be here for another 3 hours (been here since 9). and not to mention, i got into a fight with my ex over music. he's fuckin retarded. and if someone doesn't give me food soon, i'm going to punch a motherfucker in the face. i should probably get back to work, but i needed a break from working.

yeah my monday was especially craptacular.

to make matters worse I just got a parking ticket. balls.

i'm making some dinner and watching Silver Streak