Current mood:	depressed
Current music:	"Haughty Melodic," Mike Doughty

suck
There really should be a "shitty" mood tag.

I was ready for school to be over about a week ago. I have one test left and at this point I don't even really care anymore. Which is pretty bad considering that I am the most annoying over-achieving perfectionist ever. I'm just so fucking sick of analyzing every work of art to death. It's all such a load of self-important academic masturbation. Assigning meaning to every minute detail, as if something can't have value based on visual appeal alone. Like it has to make some big statement to be worthwhile. Taking art history classes makes me really glad I'm not a "fine artist." I'd fucking kill myself.

I've been really depressed lately. Some of it is based in actual circumstances, but mostly it preceded them and it just... depression, I suppose. It's been more bipolar than usual, though. One minute I'm fine and the next I want to swallow a bottle of Tylenol and take The Big Nap. I don't know. I'm hoping that school being over for the year plus my other stuff being worked out will lead to a return to normal. Who knows.

Yeah, I don't really know why I'm writing this. I have nothing to say except that life is eating my soul and I kind of wish Michael's would burn down.