No no no no no, I don't want school tomorroww. I have illustration in the morning which... I don't know. I'm supposed to be gathering supplies for that right now and oh my god I just know this project's going to look like shit. Merrrrrrrrp. Also, my english class, just ugh. I hate it. I'm surrounded by half naked females who squeal about not being able to text and walk at the same time. Nobody talks to me (is there even anyone in that class that I would want to talk to?) and I get really sad and start thinking there's something horribly wrong with me for not making friends and then all these horrible thoughts come along and I can't work well and then it's the end of the day and I refuse to go home so I go hang out alone downtown which I can't tell if that's even any better but fuck this run on sentence and wah, wah, wah complaining about my first world problems... ugh.