Only one term to describe how I feel. FINALS. And all the baggage that comes along with that word. Let's see... ermm... there's stress, sleepless nights, over-smoking, too much caffeine, vision blurring, big dark patches around my eyes and too many red veins in it.

I have a book to design. A nice, professional-looking book... with grid systems and perfect balance between the elements. That's taking up all of my time. And right now, I haven't even started on the computer. Just sketches and random juggling of thoughts.

Oh, and I also have an Art History presentation on Surrealism next week. Which I haven't even spent a thought on. It's an interesting topic though, so I might just disappear into it for one day.

Oh, oh! And I also have 100 or so drawings to make. Yeah, just 100 or so. Some larger than A0, too. Fun.

One good thing came out of today though. I finally got an A in Computer Graphics. In two projects Finally realized my capabilities, that guy. I'm not mediocre after all

Meh. So that's it. Hoping I would tell you something fun, like I went partying last night and got completely sloshed? I wish. Parties and sloshing are distant memories. All I have are cigarettes.

My parents don't get why I'm so busy. They're adding to my stress because they get mad when I don't go out with them or clean my room. "We went through college, too, and we had time for everything!" TRY BEING AN ART STUDENT AND YOU'LL SEE THE TRUE MEANING OF "TOO BUSY"!! Why don't they understand that I'm doing something I love, something that I can actually excel in and in turn could lead to big bucks which would eventually support they're whiny, old selves? It all goes back to them anyway. God, how I hate parents.

Probably won't be coming on here for a while, until my semester ends. And after I wake up from my 3-day sleep, I promise that I will upload some work. Because I am quite proud of some of them. Wish me luck on that book! I need it! Tah!