Dear Journal, I wonder if my anxiety is what landed me in the hospital last weekend.. I have 5 posters (large posters) to work on. A manga that I would like to draw for a friend. A comic drawing request. 3 paintings to finish if I wish to eat. And any art commissions that pop up. Well, I did finish two of the paintings and the one art commission. According to Christoff, I seized by my little art mess, so before I seized, I must had been going to work on the posters. Thankfully I did not ruin anything! Well, while I was at the hospital I was unable to work on anything. It stressed me more and I had a dream that still bothers me. It was about mon Pa- desole. Phone call... Stupid people.. They want me to go to their college -- which has nothing I am interested in. "What is your second choice?" "Anything with art." "We have computer programming." "I hate working with computers." "Health care?" "Non, I am not interested in health care." "Criminal Justice?" "NON, I am not interested in criminal justice." "Well, you don't meet our qualifications." 'So sorry that I do not match any of your 5 OFFERS OF EDUCATION!'
I hate talking over the phone so that really does not help my mood. Christoff's phone has a broken speaker and only works on speaker phone so that makes it impossible to hear. Plus! The guy had an accent that was not European or American. I love to listen to Asian accents, but they can be a little hard to understand at times.
Zut... Bon soir!
XxFoncexX · Tue Apr 24, 2012 @ 06:31pm · 0 Comments |