Toilets, again.
Yes, I’m having one of those weeks. I started the week back at Uni by falling on my face on Monday night – no joke, I have the grazes and bruises to prove it. Basically, it was dark, I was getting off my skateboard, and my chin made contact with the pavement.
Today I had a General Education exam on Marketing – I don’t think I failed, I’ll probably get a Conceeded Pass. Not only that but I was late to the exam, and didn’t realise it at the time, but started 5 mins faster than everyone else cos I had no idea what was going on. Farrrrrk.
All my final works are coming along crappily, photos are too dark and need to be reshot. The TV/video idea I had is in a shitty-shitty-bang-bang-space of nowhere.
Also, whoever said honesty is the best policy was a hippy on too many truffles. I got my first late warning from the resource centre cos I mentioned that I had something out for an hour longer than I had said. I thought this resource nazi was the cool one! Maybe I should have been a lawyer – and built up a repetoire as a doubled-faced evil ice person. Bah, hum bug!
Everything is falling apart – there must be some major karma re-adjustment happening, cos I’d hate to believe it’s all bad from here on.
Depressed. But moreso, depressed about not having time to be depressed.
