bleghhck.

frankly, I'm tired.

I'm ready for summer vacation.

I just want to sit in my hammock and read my book until Friday - no class.

That would be the life, eh? breeze coming through the open window, no worries... just the text passing before your eyes, leaving you hanging onto every word awaiting the next... Maybe eating a bon bon or two, oh wait... that's where it gets to be too much. But realistically I need to get off of my bed, get dressed, go run errands and make it to the painting lab before lunch, eat, go BACK to painting, go to my next class, leave there, find time to meet with people for my hall event, have a staff meeting, finish my #%(& drawing and typography homework and then MAYBE consider going to sleep... yeah. tired.

Now that I've complained and probably made you never want to read my blog again ("oh my god, she's so whiney"), let me clarify:

I am merely stressed, and working to overcome my bitterness, so please excuse my current foul mood.

Positivity is something I have always been great at without much effort, and I'm slowly losing sight of that, so I'm diligently working to shake whatever funk I've fallen into that has since sucked it out of me. SO, basically this post has no real meaning... just a rant and confession. thanks.

Caryn