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long day again, and while I think I'm catching up, sometimes I think i'm not getting anywhere either.

Mostly because some days are so full of bullshit classes, like my Jewelry industry one where we've had maybe all of two full lectures this term, the rest has been "guest" speakers on using the library! and "corporate team building!" and a former student of "if you dream it you can do it!" blah blah.

And then two other days full of bullshit presentations.

Like, seriously, fuck. its such a fucking joke class. I'm so fucking sick of group projects. Not every last goddamned thing has to be a fucking GROUP project.

Got my silver rings polished, (not to perfect, but it'll have to do, because I'm flummoxed to be honest.) and got the brass heart thingy mostly done.

Tonight finish a tech drawing and then I'm starting to make headway on the to-do list that never ever gets shorter.

Maybe glomp some stuff together for ANOTHER GROUP FUCKING PROJECT. Genessa was asking ME what we should do for the rest of it and I tried to get a word in and she just wouldn't let me actually reply so I said I had so much to do, the project wasn't on my mind yet, it has taken a number.

Seriously I wanted to smash her in the face because she's standing there talking to me, AT me, running verbal diarrhea and doing this weird waggling fidgeting disco dancer wiggling stance. like, what the fucking fuck? STAND STILL AND LET ME FUCKING SPEAK.

She's just so incomprehensibly bizarre and I swear she's ASD but I don't know, because I know ASD people who aren't so...just weird. I really just can't put my finger on it at all.

She's hyper competitive, highly neurotic, completely self-absorbed in that way that anyone else's woes don't mean a fucking thing, because she's gotta be the star, and she's completely oblivious to anyone else's existence. The fidgeting, the mood swings. I swear, its just so much a clusterfuck of odd, and I say this being odd, and knowing and loving some pretty odd people as friends but she's just..I can't deal.

Why ask me anything when you have no intention of listening? surely the marvel of your own gums a flappin can't be that astounding and wonderous, right?

Ok, time to get tech thing done, and then do some writing, which seems to do wonders for making a calm mind to be honest. This week is all late nites at the studio ( well, till it closes at 6) and maybe I can get some fucking headway and not be running three steps behind.

Next term, time management. I was doing ok this term till the trip and some issues beyond my control, next term, its a tight leash.

(no subject)

long day again, and while I think I'm catching up, sometimes I think i'm not getting anywhere either.

Mostly because some days are so full of bullshit classes, like my Jewelry industry one where we've had maybe all of two full lectures this term, the rest has been "guest" speakers on using the library! and "corporate team building!" and a former student of "if you dream it you can do it!" blah blah.

And then two other days full of bullshit presentations.

Like, seriously, fuck. its such a fucking joke class. I'm so fucking sick of group projects. Not every last goddamned thing has to be a fucking GROUP project.

Got my silver rings polished, (not to perfect, but it'll have to do, because I'm flummoxed to be honest.) and got the brass heart thingy mostly done.

Tonight finish a tech drawing and then I'm starting to make headway on the to-do list that never ever gets shorter.

Maybe glomp some stuff together for ANOTHER GROUP FUCKING PROJECT. Genessa was asking ME what we should do for the rest of it and I tried to get a word in and she just wouldn't let me actually reply so I said I had so much to do, the project wasn't on my mind yet, it has taken a number.

Seriously I wanted to smash her in the face because she's standing there talking to me, AT me, running verbal diarrhea and doing this weird waggling fidgeting disco dancer wiggling stance. like, what the fucking fuck? STAND STILL AND LET ME FUCKING SPEAK.

She's just so incomprehensibly bizarre and I swear she's ASD but I don't know, because I know ASD people who aren't so...just weird. I really just can't put my finger on it at all.

She's hyper competitive, highly neurotic, completely self-absorbed in that way that anyone else's woes don't mean a fucking thing, because she's gotta be the star, and she's completely oblivious to anyone else's existence. The fidgeting, the mood swings. I swear, its just so much a clusterfuck of odd, and I say this being odd, and knowing and loving some pretty odd people as friends but she's just..I can't deal.

Why ask me anything when you have no intention of listening? surely the marvel of your own gums a flappin can't be that astounding and wonderous, right?

Ok, time to get tech thing done, and then do some writing, which seems to do wonders for making a calm mind to be honest. This week is all late nites at the studio ( well, till it closes at 6) and maybe I can get some fucking headway and not be running three steps behind.

Next term, time management. I was doing ok this term till the trip and some issues beyond my control, next term, its a tight leash.