So someone was in my blind spot as I was backing out and now the rental car (that I have because my car is in the shop following an ACciDENT) is damaged and I have to shell out ANoTHER $1000 and I’m most likely no longer insurable.

So I fucked up and lost years of work

I spent hours last night collecting my various poetry from different sources, some of them being from my blog, then methodically deleting [who knows why] them from my blog and I was so goddamned tired that I didn’t save the open word document that they were all in or bother naming it either before putting my computer to sleep so when I opened my laptop this morning everything had gone to shit, all files lost,

Years. Years of work lost

Needless to say, on top of student loans calls, I’m a wreck and this morning has had a lot of crying

Ha ha oh boy time to straight up disassociate^TM for most of the day and have my flare for writing triumphantly return because I literally can’t bear to exist on this plane anymore so I just go somewhere else instead. It’s great to see that those middle school coping mechanisms never truly died

Lesson learned far too late- but even if I’d have known there would have been no other choice. Don’t take out school loans if you can help it. The government let’s you do income based repayment- your school will not.

Nooooo

I have NEVER heard a commercial for my store, ever, in my entire life. The first one I heard today announced to me that our black Friday sales were extended through today and then detailed several high priority products that were more than half off and said “SO COME IN TODAY FOR OUR BLACK FRIDAY/WEEKEND/”

I shrieked all the way across the bridge across state lines

What’s up with the fucking new tag system? I try to tag it something but it autocorrects it automatically into something else. I can’t tag shit on mobile right now

My senior show is exactly a week from today and my professor has not let me put my last piece into the kiln. For the BISQUE fire. *tears hair out*

So close and yet so very far

So I got into the university at San Jose State….? I just didn’t get into
the art department? Which makes the other acceptance useless?

Arts grant committees be like

You must send in your application on the third full moon of the lunar year, while balancing an egg on your head and skipping rope

Your application must consist of: the bone of a cow (but we won’t tell you which), thirty examples of your best work (even though this grant is for emerging artists who have been working under three years), the Russian nuclear bomb codes, and the key to a city in North Dakota

Also the grant is $3 and it’s a loan

My parents want to skype today. That usually either means congratulations are in order, or I’m in a shit ton of trouble.

Guess which one it is