everybody knows the war is over, everybody knows the good guys lost

So. School sucks. I hate it a lot right now. Mostly I hate that my near-perfect scores in my classes are being transformed into kind of shitty ones due to my absence. I am ultimately ok with it as long as it doesn't fuck up my financial aid.

But it still sucks a big fat cock, you know? I worked so fucking hard to keep my grades up, and now, they've all gone to crap. I think the worst part about it is that I've returned somewhat to the same headspace I was in the first time I went to college, and I was working oh-so-hard to avoid that. It's not exactly the same because art school is an entirely different animal, but it's similar. And it's one of those time-warp trigger things where I suddenly feel I am 20-years-old again, and that's lame because I was really fucked up 5 years ago.

The good thing about all of this is I have developed lots of coping skills since 5 years ago, so I'll be able to suck it up, get all this stupid work done, and take my less-than-perfect grade. It's the only thing I can do. I'll just deal, like I do, and it'll be over, and I'll be glad of it. At least I got my panicking and crying out of the way yesterday.

water off a duck's back

Tonight I am playing a game called "Shake it Off." It involves myself, the new Futurama movie, Bender's Game, and a sixer of something good.

I am looking forward to it.