a breath of fresh air

It’s 2:53.
Earlier today, I was visiting my last classes of the semester.
Which it really needed to be.

Because I was teetering off the attentionsphere.
I mean I completely crashed and burned in Speech today.
Long story short…
I wrote an apology for my inability to prepare for the final.

It was quite an embarrassing and uncomfortable experience but after this week is over, I’ll no longer admit or recall to any occurrence taking place. I just look at you dumfounded.

My final day of the semester also included a panic attack.
Time crunch = excess accumulation of sweat
(Although today was devilishly deceiving, if one was to look at a calendar.)

Today is December 16th.
And in some sick twisted world, Jacksonville still manages to be 80+ degrees.
Shits wack.

But eventually the stress plateau-ed.
Greta and her Printmaking course includes a nice sit-down dinner amongst all the students, at the end of the semester.
We got a chance to just chill and socialize in class, equal to that of a family dinner.
Maybe why she calls it that.

Either way, I had some dank cheesy pasta.
I would have lined my pockets with ziplocks, if aware of its power over me.

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But now I’m home now.
Me and Tonee are on MWarfare 2.
Kill ratio is above 1.
I want to make it 2 (soon or eventually, lol), which I think is a reachable feat.

Also, I want to write in a couple hours (since it is already technically “tomorrow”).
But clothes and wallspace need my attention before I get to write.

What’s in store: More cleaning.
Note: Get dad a box full of AA batteries.


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