burnt the F out. 

Two tests tomorrow, thinking of skipping one. I can count my last test in that class twice as a grade.

Had a paper due today, an assignment that took 2 hours to do, two tests tomorrow and two papers to critique. Maybe taking 18 hours was not the best idea..but damn I want to graduate, but damn I'm fucking tired.

Got polaroid film in today. They must call it the Impossible Project because it is impossible to get the same result beyond the tired brown layer that covers all the pictures.

I stood for a half an hour in front of an air conditioner to get this result, then peeled it, separated emulsion from back. I also have a portable face now that I'm going to put on something, just not sure what. 

Something creepy for sure.

Theron's emotional rollercoaster wore me out today. His doctor changed his mind last minute and decided to not do his surgery. He's investing a lot in this doctor and will be writing him a final plea in the form of a letter. I'm really afraid of what will happen when the doctor sticks to his guns and in the face of all that emotional expression still tells Theron no.

I'm going to prepare him for the possibility. He and Katie may come here Thursday for a photo shoot now that I have 4 cameras with loaded film.

So tired. So so tired. This weekend was not a weekend. I organized my room and did homework all frackin weekend. 

How am I supposed to work with this school stuff? It's too much.

Anyway.

Here's the one polaroid that isn't a brown mess.

I'm missing out on a great opportunity to write poetry on these things.

However I think it will have to wait till Theron is done. 

Over the next few days I will have to get Amanda's project done and mail some letters.

School is already getting to me.

Maybe it was just a long day. Woke up at 6 30ish to drive all the way back to Nawlins from Houma to be in class at 9 am. I almost fell asleep a bunch of times. Plus I couldn't sleep all the way till 6:330..I kept waking to check what the daylight looked like outside Matt's dark curtains. I'm used to waking up to the light and knowing roughly what time it is, but in his bedroom it's nighttime, always. It throws me off, and I end up sleeping till the afternoon if I'm not careful.

Not feeling so well tonight. Earlier today was a protest at school against the budget cuts. It was tiring and emotional. Funny how your subconscious registers stuff because I had been noticing that the classrooms were getting dirtier in the Liberal Arts building...and now I know why..the janitors were fired because of budget cuts.

Feeling a little like I'm going to puke. Just two more days though till a 4 day weekend.

Oh yeah. Theron's lupus is back. Sigh. Here we go again.