One of my studio mates is listening to Damien Rice. Can we PLEASE get some razors and slit my wrists?
How depressing is this guys music?!!! EXTREMELY.
Depressing music is ok, sparingly, but Damien just makes me want to hang myself. His voice- his songs... something. makes me feel such despair and anxiety. I am going to have a panic attack listening to this shit!

Headphones back on. Nothing playing, but at least it mutes out that drowning cover of Hallelujah

I feel like such a baby. I pulled an all nighter in the litho studio. So lonely. Decided I wanted to take a break and get breakfast, so i found a friend and went to Waffle House at 6:30 in the morning.
We went back to his place so I could take a quick nap on his couch, but we smoked and then he gave me a "birthday back/shoulder massage". I ended up passing out a couple hours longer than intended...

I've been in the studio all day since...
WIll have another all nighter
and yet another tomorrow
then i am FUCKING DONE with this semester
and I will be able to sleep
and sleep
and sleep
and sleep
and sleep

Make some music.
Skip town.

There is not enough speed in this world to make me work fast enough to get everything done.
I am stressed the fuck out, and of course, procrastinating by bitching on this little random blog.

I want some help and I want some company and I want to eat at some point today
I need my prints to work out perfectly.
I want this migraine to escape

I want to smoke a big fat blunt and exhale a sigh of relief.
How perfect would it be if I could smoke blunts in the studio?
Why would I ever need to leave
besides to see my kittens