Why hello there distress and anxiety,
It's nice to feel you again. I mean I can't say that I have missed you a whole shit ton, but you know, it's nice to see old faces. I would like to thank you however, for the trouble you have gotten me into. (Mostly how I've been extremely frightened to attend my art methods class due to the fact that I suck at life and have don't have a normal brain pan or emotional concepts) And now I'm fucked in so many ways I didn't even think it was possible. How absolutely wonderful. Oh Distress! How wonderful you are. And to myself, if I were to become a god on Mount Olympus, I would most likely have no direct relation to the Muses, especially any that have to do with Pottery and the three dimensional elements. Thank you God for giving me the brilliant talent for painting and drawing, I am sad that you didn't inject me with the 3D gene. That would have been cool, but it's okay I totally appreciate what talent I do have, except now, I have no good pieces done and I am once again fucked 3 ways til Sunday (if that is even the properly coined term, not that it matters at this point)

Oh fuck who am I kidding. I would turn and blame all my personal problems on metaphors. Basically, I fucking just never go to Ceramics cause I suck and hate everyone in that class and can't find the proper part of my brain that causes me to raise cylinders and properly spin a wheel. I can't deal with art methods cause basically I dont even want to fucking do it anymore but I have no fucking choice. I once again (as am famously known for) have left everything for the last minute, and now even as I know the amount of work I have to do I have to vent to an uncaring cold internet journal even after months of nien useage.

AH BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE
Even if I was the bright, proper, and studious student to ever have studented and was being proactive and doing all the journal entries and lesson plans I have to do, along I GODDAMN FUCKING MOTHER SHITTING CANT CAUSE MY MOTHERFUCKING DICK SUCKING BINDER FOR METHODS IS IN MY GIRLFRIENDS DORM ROOM AND SHE IS STILL DRIVING FROM NJ AND I WILL CRY ANY MOMENT AFTER THIS RANDOM
OUTBURST THAT I AM SURE TO REGRET MOMENTARILY.

And here is the proof ladies and gentlemen, that I am the root of all my problems. I create them! Yes me! All my volcanic eruptions and seismic meltdowns and sporatic bouts of unhappiness...here I am Moe! God am I wonderful. Maybe I should just check myself into the local looney bin, declare myself unfit for society and let the government inherit my 35 thousand dollar debt. Oh if life were just that simple, I could reduce myself to a mindless lump on a couch, valium coursing its way through my veins and whatever the hell medz. Dr. Fuckingstein PhD Psycho-therapist feels the need to give me. Maybe thats just what I need, the couch. I did for a bit freshman year of college, and look what happened. She dies of a heart attack, may she rest in peace. An amazing woman. BUT THE IRONY. I friggin told that woman everyyyyyything. And it felt so good to let it out and know someone was thinking about me and knew what was up. But nope, that was a big fat no. So that also added to one of the most turbulent years of my life 143 <3 hearts lovey dove 07'-08' glad you're over, you were a blast, don't come again.

I want a blueberry muffin right now. Most people would want alcohol I want a muffin.
I'm actually kind of chuckling to myself, because reading this back in a few moments after I've posted, it's going to be hilarious. I'm looking forward to a good laugh. I know I'm somewhat humerous, especially when I'm distressed.

w-h-a-t-e-v-a-r-'s clevarrrrrrrrrrr. You love me. Let me have my few paragraphs of complete meltdown nonsense. At least I'm not giving it to you in person.

I was going to write a long long long long long post. And then I decided I would just be repeating myself from previous posts. So uh nevermind.

hah

I would like to quote Ruthanne, on the great amount of things that have been happening lately.
 

"This is fucking odd."