papers galore, none of them mattering. two pages about a drum throne that i painted and put pictures on? why am i taking improv and role play? fuck this shit. i liked fiction much better.

not being able to skip class sucks as well.

everything is seeming like a house of cards, and i don't want it to fall. maybe i do. this is how confusing everything is, yet nothing is important enough to worry about. no more steve-ural light, this is for sure.

goodnight.