I'm done with everything! :D

I have to go to two of my classes tomorrow, but they're not really finals in the general sense of the word. I just have to discuss what was learned in class, and watch other people do presentations. My giant research paper of doom was turned in on Friday. I really, really hope that that teacher does not think I just wrote a bunch of fluff, especially when my concept was partially her idea. The thing was for my literature class, and we had to make some sort of connection between one novel and two short works from the class. So, being all fashion-minded and stuff, I mentioned that I always end up visualizing what the characters wear in the stories. This caused my paper to be about creating a "signature look" for each of the three heroines of the stories I chose. No one else did anything like that, and my paper had three extra pages, because I scanned the costume renderings from my sketchbook to give a visual aid for what I discussed. It was actually pretty fun, in the end. Just stressful. If she doesn't like my writing style, I'm pretty much screwed, but hopefully the unusual aspect of my topic will help.

The sad part is that that's the closest I've come to costume designing all year.

I get to go home on Friday, so I'll probably be spending my time saying goodbye to people in between watching all the episodes of TV in the world. But yeah. Semester of suck has been conquered. At least it was better for the last few weeks!

Bright New Day

It's taken me this long to be able to tell myself, "you had a lot of fuck-ups this semester. So what?" When it came to a point where I couldn't decide why I wasn't happy, I realized I could give it up. Some of the events were my fault. Some of them weren't. I've learned from my mistakes. I'm not going to let them influence me so much anymore. I probably should have made more of an effort in the classes I didn't like; I've always struggled with that, and apparently it didn't improve in college. Maybe I should have limited my alcohol intake that one night. Withdrawing into my room probably wasn't the best way to overcome things. Someday, a guy won't flake out about me, like all the guys from this semester.

 A lot of things haven't gone my way lately, but everything for next semester seems awesome so far. I'm living in the building I wanted, in a single, sharing a suite with five close friends. All of my classes are things I wanted to take, as opposed to just one this semester. I'm starting class at noon every day, and don't have class on Fridays. I know plenty of people whose classes and/or housing got completely screwed up for next year; I'm one of the lucky ones. In three more weeks, I'll never have to be woken up by the loud TMI complaints of my pothead suitemate. I'm pretty sure 4/20 will be hell at this school, but hey, at least it'll be a good story!

Last weekend I decided that I could just stop stressing about all that, and focus on not getting too overwhelmed by final projects. I feel so much better now.