No. 72: lash out first

It's not there now/ ineloquence and anger/ are all we have...
-Snow Patrol

Sometimes, time doesn't heal. Somethings don't fade, and if they do, it's a timely process and the early stages are artificial or at least extremely delicate. Instead of staying put in that little box you put them in, these things sneakup(or saunters in) at inconspicuous times on random Wednesdays and Sundays.
This is why you have to emotionally lock down and become an heinous misanthrope. Safer.
Yeah-- long story short, I still can't control my behavior as well as I'd like to. This time was not my fault, though. So at least that's a step up.

I hate all my classes. This semester could not go faster.
Just found out I have an art history paper due on Wednesday. I haven't seen all the images I need to write the thing. Bad. Especially b/c I DON'T have time to go to a museum today or tomorrow. Ugh.

So:
- Huge amount of reading and response paper for History of Africa
- Art history paper and reading.
- Psych reading
- Spanish paper
- Short story in Fiction and finish reading
- Work Thursday and Friday
- Home Saturday for Mum's birthday Sunday.

Rough week ahead. Heeere we go.

H.