there's like this sense of walking on egg shells with me right now.
i have no clue, but i feel like i broke something in one of my classes like me and they're gonna throw me under the bus as soon as i set up onto campus.
then again, thats me and my paranoia and overwhelming fear of life its self.
perhaps, i just want to use it as an excuse in the future to prevent from that particular line of work.
"i have this problem where after i work on a camera, i get extremely ill. my stomach is knots and i'm probably developing kindey stones. with each day until class and those fleeting moments where i step into class again, i live with a lump in my throat and a load waiting to drop in my shorts. with step i take into class, it feels like i'm stepping onto razor blades and i'm bleeding profusely. blood is flowing every where and once i get to this turnkit(mispelled; fanictic status) where i see that everything looks okay, everything is kosher, i breathe normal and feel as if i've lost fifty pounds. yet in turn, once i leave the classroom, it starts all over again."
"well, maybe you should drop the class."
"no, its not a matter of the class, its just working 20,000 dollar cameras. so i can only direct or produce or be talent or do audio or get coffee. that is not stressful, dealing with a jc's money is."
in other news, i'm getting a haircut on friday afternoon at paul mitchell. really, its just a trim cause the current status of my hair has been bad energy where as the haircut before the most recent one gave me great energy.
what? i can't be all kabbalah steez about my hair? whatever, whatever. i'll just get my pose of mean girls to hit your spot with a blowtorch.
i wrote one of my fav obersavtions evs:
"orange county is a salad bowl of white people,'
read the rest at skeet on mischa
i have no clue, but i feel like i broke something in one of my classes like me and they're gonna throw me under the bus as soon as i set up onto campus.
then again, thats me and my paranoia and overwhelming fear of life its self.
perhaps, i just want to use it as an excuse in the future to prevent from that particular line of work.
"i have this problem where after i work on a camera, i get extremely ill. my stomach is knots and i'm probably developing kindey stones. with each day until class and those fleeting moments where i step into class again, i live with a lump in my throat and a load waiting to drop in my shorts. with step i take into class, it feels like i'm stepping onto razor blades and i'm bleeding profusely. blood is flowing every where and once i get to this turnkit(mispelled; fanictic status) where i see that everything looks okay, everything is kosher, i breathe normal and feel as if i've lost fifty pounds. yet in turn, once i leave the classroom, it starts all over again."
"well, maybe you should drop the class."
"no, its not a matter of the class, its just working 20,000 dollar cameras. so i can only direct or produce or be talent or do audio or get coffee. that is not stressful, dealing with a jc's money is."
in other news, i'm getting a haircut on friday afternoon at paul mitchell. really, its just a trim cause the current status of my hair has been bad energy where as the haircut before the most recent one gave me great energy.
what? i can't be all kabbalah steez about my hair? whatever, whatever. i'll just get my pose of mean girls to hit your spot with a blowtorch.
i wrote one of my fav obersavtions evs:
"orange county is a salad bowl of white people,'
read the rest at skeet on mischa