on the bathroom floor

Oh shit....I've got a massive headache right now [and I'm wondering how I still can blog]. Today wasn't the best...

I froze and burned at the same time. Burned with the jacket and froze without it...how sad. The bloody science performance task made things even worse. My head was burning and my mind just short-circuited. Before I knew it I was a crap blubbering mess...I'm probably gonna fail it but for a funny reason I don't give a rat's ass anymore...damnitdamnit. See the lousy attitude coming back?

I apologise for cursing everyone on the bus...I feel really bad about it. It's just that when you're stuck standing and on the verge of spilling your guts out through your mouth your thoughts aren't exactly 'clear'...

Oh yay I got my locker number. Very near to Lee Fang's at the art block. Yay art block! Yay.

Not that I'm really bad, but I don't feel cut out for sculpting. Sometimes I wish art was like science and we could pick some "modules" and drop some...but of course I'm talking crap again. I can't 'do' craftmenship, I can't 'do' wire, and I don't think I'm just the kind to 'do' sculpting at all. I went hooshaack with the wire today and I only realised one drop of blood on my finger like 5 mins after the hooshaack happened. I didn't know that we bled so easily. I certainly can't 'do' blood at all.

I really feel like dropping sculpting [if i could]...but I guess I can't, and it'll be extremely disappointing to Mr. J as well...like he said, the struggles and the obstacles will never end and how we deal with it reflects on our character.

Better pull my socks up for visual arts [sculpting especially]. I did come here for a reason.

Panadol is effective.