hey, sup?

It's 1:06.

I'm currently sitting in the business building on campus, debating on whether or not I should go to a class that started 6 minutes ago in the library.  If you're my mom, you're probably picking up your phone, about to text me and say something like "U need to get ur ass to class."  The problem is, Mom, that it's a two and a half hour photoshop class that is about an hour and a half too long.  Our assignment this week was to redesign ten CD covers.  BORING.  There's only so much I can take of changing the color of the stripes on David Bowie's face and putting him in a cage with lions.
I took a similar class three years ago, whereas this one is called Digital Computer Imaging, the other was called Commercial Art Design.  IT'S THE SAME DAMN CLASS.  And guess what else?  I made ten CD covers in that class too, so I'm just gonna turn them in again.  Work done, problem solved.

I'm graduating in May and I have the worst case of Senioritis this side of the international date line.  I work a part-time job, part-time internship and go to school full-time, all on completely different sides of the city.  If I'm not at work preaching to people about the magic of $200 tanning lotion, I'm here at school, hiding from art teachers.  If I'm not at school, I'm at my internship.  If I'm not at work, school, or my internship, I'm driving to one of them.  I have no time to spare whatsoever, so I started a blog.
When I was about 13, prime emo age, I had a virtual diary (Microsoft Word).  I wrote every single night to this mindless computer.  I wrote everything I could write and I changed the font to webdings and put the document in a hidden folder buried in irrelevant folders.  I did that until I was almost 18 and then I deleted everything.  Years and days and hours of my life, gone with a single click. Or two, if you count emptying the trash folder.
The important and very serious point to me telling you this, is that everyone needs a release. I'm a business student, I deal with numbers and people and meetings and negotiations all day long.  Writing the details of my day-to-day life is something that is so simple to me, it's therapeutic.  I'm constantly going but maybe this will give me a reason to stop, if only for a few minutes.

Looks like I'm not going to class.