End

I'm tired of watching the semester wind down. I'm ready for it to just end. I have a portfolio due on Tuesday and a final project due on Wednesday. I'm sure that I'll be working extra hours during finals week to have some money to occupy my time while I'm in Iowa. Buy books and finish some quilts.

I feel like I'm just biding my time until I have to get on a plane and go to a place I hate, smile for a family who doesn't know me, and pretend that the scars don't exist.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm not usually this negative. I should be thrilled to have so much free time. I guess I'm just having a bad day.

Gabe, I'm sorry that your ear is messed up but nothing iritates me more than repeating myself when I know you've heard me.

Moreover, no one listens to me Advanced Writing until the end of the semester when 20 people want me to read their submissions. I charge a reading fee to read anything outside of class. A bottle of wine for each piece which equals about a dollar a page.

Maybe I'll get a new tatoo while I'm in Iowa. That'll iritate my mom. I'm planning on piercing my eyebrow when I get back. Maybe I'll dye my hair black. That'll really get to her.

Okay I've had enough. I'm off to the band and chior concerts. Maybe the music will inspire me write volumes of poetry.