through the cracks in the wall

Weird weekend
weird feelings
sick face
tired head

Work is getting to me. I am not supposed to be a bookstore manager. I am supposed to be working on art work, applying for schools and grants, and making something of myself.

I am still young enough to do that, but my job is really getting me down. The people are all the same, with small breaks of laughter in between. The professors are unbearable, and since I have had many of them as professors they talk to me as one of their students. I get all upset thinking I am going to get a bad grade for my bookstore performance. Gross.

I have decided to take a trip over Temple's spring break. Why work if I don't have to.
I have also decided that if I do not get any of the residencies that I have applied for I am going to take a long trip over the summer. I will move all my stuff to where I want to set up shop in Pittsburgh, go to the shore for fourth of July to make a bunch of traveling money, and spend the rest of the summer somewhere else.

To tattoo/ airbrush, or not tattoo/airbrush... how much short rage damage can my heart take?