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It's been the kind of day where you just want to run screaming from the room, dazed, confused, and generally a stressed out little puppy.

So, last night e-board started at 9:30 as always, and there was high stress trying to find a new date and time for the e-board retreat due to football games. Kill me now. Paul, the one who cares the most about it, didn't even come, and Mike wasn't at all happy about the fact. It was an excruciatingly long meeting to sit through with a headache, and so afterwards I thought if would be fun to take Alison to Sonic to visit Eric... oi. We went to Wendy's instead, and discussed the extraordinary weirdness pervading practically everything, and then I went to take my clay and tools to ceramics since I was out in my car already. I thought that I had finally decided what I'm going to be making, but then I started talking to Randall who was mopping, and my bubble of productive energy was dissipated, leaving me extremely concerned about what I was doing. I calmed down, and headed to bed determined to talk to my teacher this morning and see what was up, and get whatever information necessary for me to be able to catch up to the class that I'm supposed to be doing the curriculum of.

When I awoke this morning, it was with a smile on my face, completely relaxed and happy with the world... until suddenly, with a rushing horror, I realized that I had missed my morning physics lab. Not only had I not gone, but I hadn't yet written my report or done the pre-lab... Oh God.

So I hopped onto Lindsey's computer since my internet's STILL non-functional (argh!), and rapidly wrote my report. I e-mailed my professor and TA with it, and basically begged for clemency from my professor (whom, luckily, I know and get along with very well).

This done, I rushed off to my first class, which I was a little late to, and fretted my way through learning about the Classic Veracruz Culture, and then zipped downstairs to talk to Kurt, my ceramics teacher. I was incredibly stressed out at this point, it was noon, and I hadn't eaten yet, and so I was really lucky to walk in and find people I knew in class, ready to joke around with me and explain to me how we're making teapots with molds... I found Kurt, and elected to just do whatever the class is doing rather than design my own curriculum, because apparently I just can't handle that right now. I have trouble communicating my ideas before they've been actualized because I'm afraid of rejection, and it doesn't help that I am in total awe of my professor. Oi. Anyway, I'm going to have to start work shortly on a replica Japanese teapot and a teapot that starts with a press mold... which means finding something to mold...

Point is, I need to get a lot done this weekend, and apparently I'm not in any state to contemplate it all, much less do it.

.... though I have to admit that, having written this blog, I'm actually relaxed enough that I might be able to go do something useful. Here's to hoping! *clink*

And now for the song lyrics:
"Incomplete" by Bad Religion, from their album Stranger than Fiction
Mother,
Father,
Look at your little monster
I'm a hero
I'm a zero
I'm the butt of the worst joke in history
I'm a lock without a key
a city with no door
a prayer without faith
a show without a score
I'm a bad word
a wink, a nod, a shiver
an untold story, sex without fury
a creeping gray memory
I am
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete
Incomplete
Doctor
Cure me
What is the cause of my condition?
This madness shoots me
Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie
I'm a trap without a spring,
a temple with no god,
a jack without an ace,
the tip of your tounge
I'm a promise and an unmailed letter
an unbuilt motor, deck without a joker
a creeping gray memory
I am
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete
Incomplete
Tell Saint Peter not to bet on me
I am a naked obsession
a good intention gone bad
I am
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete...