Walking from class today, I wondered why there was an ache in my calf muscles. Then I remembered how Monday I had walked all the way across campus in the freezing cold and humidity to my friend’s dorm. It felt good at the time, now I’m feeling the consequences. It still feels good now, knowing I did that, the reason for my discomfort.

We had critique in class today, and I didn’t have my children’s book done. About half the class didn’t have their stuff done, though, so I don’t feel so bad. I have to get it done by Friday though.

And then there’s photography. I still haven’t shot anything for my final project, and I’m supposed to have two finished prints to show tomorrow. I have a feeling that’s not going to happen. I’ve been having technical issues, though, with my model, and the concept, so I’ll have to change it from what I originally planned.

And there’s the fact that I’m so friggin’ lazy. This really needs to stop. There’s no reason for school to be going as badly as it has. My grades have definitely suffered from my constant complacency. I’m pulling it together though. Being honest with yourself is quite therapeutic.

+ listening to: “away from the sun” by 3 doors down
+ writing: a four-page letter

Well, now that that’s settled (see previous entry), for the most part, I can move on. I’ve wasted so much time it’s really sad. Now I’ve got to throw myself into school so I can pull off some decent grades. It’s the last week of class, so I don’t know how successful I’ll be.

I have to remember to study for my photography final. I bombed it last semester, and I can’t do that again. I actually have to study again. How novel is that?

It’s good to have good friends who will be there for you no matter what.

Goodness, I’ve only got a day left to finish my children’s book. Looks like it’s not going to have color after all. . .

Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes,
And I know, the waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes…

All these years and we hardly ever touched. Now, for me, our relationship is an exercise in patience.

I wish you knew.