Emotional: ... Don't talk to me.
Artistic: Goddamnit, I fucking give up.
Misc: I couldn't call at nine. School phones are utterly useless and drove me nuts. Drove anyone trying to help me nuts, too. I will call as soon as I get to my car. Damn it.
And I lost my pencil somewhere. My one pencil. (I have a tendency to 'adopt' inexpensive inanimate objects and keep them for ridiculously long periods of time. I am particularly attatched to my pencils). Eh. Not like I draw anyway. Don't really need it anymore, I guess.
This is frustrating me beyond all belief. I waited 'til today because the lady who does the interviews wasn't there otherwise, and now I might miss her again. Damn it! Stupid high school. Ruins everything. I should have just taken English 4 over the summer and graduated early. I really should have.
But add that frustration to the 'I-want-to-draw-but-haven't-been-able-to-f
Ow. My back and neck are stiff as boards.
I am that tense.