School has started again and I am once more running amok with such a crazy schedule:

Sunday-Work, usually 6 hours, but never the same six hours (Tomorrow; 6pm-midnight, blech)
Monday-Professional Writing 4:45-6:15, then work study 6:30pm-2am
Tuesday-Metals 9:30-11:45am, Anthropology 12:30-1:45pm, Metals again 2pm-4:30pm, Art history 4:45pm-6:15pm (rest of the night = homework)
Wednesday-Printmaking 9:30-4:30pm, Professional Writing 4:45-6:15, 7pm-8:30pm teaching Gaeilge
Thursday-Anthropology 12:30-1:45, Art History 4:45-6:15, Pub session 8:30-11:00pm
Friday-Drawing 9:30-4:30. Homework through the niiiiiight.
Saturday-Work, 8 hours. Usually 2-10 or something ridiculous like that. I think next week it's noon to 8.

I'm trying really hard not to procrastinate on work because I can't even afford to fall behind. I'm stressing hardcore though, it just seems like there's way too much that I'm trying to do. Social life? Forgetaboutit. (Not that one existed to begin with though!)

But I'll survive.
All in all everything is going surprisingly good, with the exception of a few bumps I'll manage to get over sooner or later.
To do:
-Lauren's tattoo (kicking myself in the arse about this)
-Alisha's tattoo (seriously, I need to just do these things...)
-2 Drawings for Major Day (drawing class). Hoboy, the downfall of me.
-Anthropology readings
-Art History readings
(surprisingly, this is like...nothing. I just now realized I really don't have much work to do this week...)

I'm more-or-less struggling from hardcore artistic constipation at the moment. I can't seem to gather any worthy ideas, and when I do gather them, I can't seem to get anything down on paper or decide how I want them to look. Our teacher gave us an article about how working under stress in an art enviornment is usually more counter-productive than anything, but it's a big difficult not to be under stress when it's deadline after deadline after deadline and you're expected to produce produce produce.

Things will work out. My chin's up, though I am constantly grumbling under my breath (seriously, I work until midnight tomorrow? really? no...are you sure? god damnit...)