Finals.

ErfFff.  So I'm writing my artist proposal for one of my finals, and instead of wholeheartedly concentrating on it, I am creating a blog where I can vent about my frustrations with it.  My problem with this thing is the fact that someone has to actually read it and pull forth a solid idea.  Which means my shit has to make sense.  Fuck.  Sadly, the last time I wrote a comprehensive paper was 6 years ago.  Since then I've successfully completed a few thoughts here and there...sometimes aloud, sometimes on paper, sometimes in my sleep.  I'm a very witty person in my dreams. 

Heh.

Fuck, man.  I'm reading what I have written so far and I keep coming off as a crazy person.  All i know how to do is rant.  And even *that* is rare nowadays.  

I need to start casting for this project.  I have a bunch of shoots lined up.  But most of them are just for fun, or to help others with their assignments.  Wait, scratch that...they're all for fun and most are for other people's assignments.

At least I got to shoot for that Gloss guy.  He likes me and is interested in getting me jobs with Gloss.  ::laughs:: naked gay men it's almost perfect ;D.

mRraahhh I'm eating a chocolate covered spicy mango.  amazing.

ok, seriously, kid.  Stop procrastinating!