12/10/23 the train speaker gets louder every day

I'm. So tired. I had that meeting in the morning. So I wake up at 6:30. Hate it. Various travels, I get to the meeting. 

In all of this on the train I started getting gut wrenching cramps and nausea out of nowhere. Let's just say the train bumps didn't fucking help.

The meeting was one hour instead of thirty mins. Fucking knew it. Still feel sick.

 Finally ends. I deposit one of my bag at school and get a bus heading straight to the art supply store. 

Also I get off the wrong stop. And I realize when I'm in front of the exit so to not look like an idiot I just exit it. But to also not look like an idiot I can't wait for the next one. 

So I walk up the fucking hill. And when I say it's a hill, it's a HILL. It's all the way fucking up. I had to buy a big ass piece of watercolor paper for an assignment. Get that and a bunch of watercolors tubes to try em out. Half destroyed from walking and confusing color names, I get on a bus straight back to school. Put everything down, eat some chips for lunch. And like, normally I open the can of minster at lunch time and then let it stop being fizzy for the next hours. But I still felt bad so I was like. This shit is battery acid. It will make things worse. So I don't open the can. 

In the meantime I still gotta check the room where we do watercolor class cus I have lesson there in few hours and idk if my classmates are there. But before that, a classmate I do watercolor with comes in. She's of a bigger year than me, we did a class together too last year. Let's call her Dragon. She's not one of my actual classmates so we're on friendly terms. Not friends friends but. Yo. Can Talk To. 

I get with her to the watercolor room. There's berry, retriever ND another actual classmate. How amazing. Anyway we set up the tables and chairs, I set up my own stuff then take a book and go out. 

Yes. We're back to spending time in front of the sea. I know. Loser behavior. Whatever. I read for a while, 30/ 20 mins before the lesson starts I get back, retriever is long gone on a bus luckily , and I start trying my new watercolors n shit, headphones in cus berry's voice makes me want to take the plate I use as pallette and hit him with it <3

Anywayzz we gotta stand a lot around the prof to see what he does and. That does not help with the stomachache. Also I suck at watercolors. It finally ends. Those hours felt like forever. I was cooked. Super fucking tired. What no caffeine and just chips does to a mfer.

I move everything to the other class I had in 30 mins, editorial, which I fucking hate, and go stay a little while near the sea. Go back in, still super tired, the prof is slightly late

And for too many hours we do. Absolutely nothing. The prof as an assignment told us to start do sketches on a thing, long story. Anyway. Two mfers did nothing basically so one hour is just the prof trying to help them with ideas. 

How. Wonderful. In the end we did no lesson. Just "revision". At least she approved my sketches with some changes so for next time I can start finalizing this assignment I hate and get rid of it.

She ended class early so I had to do the first bus ride with berry and purple. WHAT LOVELY FUCKING DAY THIS IS. Anyway the bus was late. So the other bus I had to take was later. Like, criminally. I almost thought ab retaking the same bus line cus it would be faster than the others n just. Walk to the station. 

But I see some lights. I think they're from my bus. I have faith. I wait. It issss. And after the longest fucking traffic lights I get to the station and everybody already on the train. Thankfully it's a last one, in the middle of the week and it's not one of those super old ones so I find all the seats I needed.

And yeah. The speakers gets louder everyday. LET ME SLEEP. 

That's about it.

A ghost writing from the grave, signing off.