What rushes into my heart and my skull

Sometimes, school really makes me want to shoot myself in the foot. Shoot myself in the foot as in I have to go to the hospital so I can't get my work done on time so please give me an extension. There is just way too much to do in these last remaining weeks. I don't know how I'm going to get it all done, but I sure as hell am going to try.

Or blast a hole in my big toe.

I ran around middle Tennessee all day for only 18 shots. 18 SHOTS! Why can't I ever find anything interesting to take pictures of? It's getting really annoying.

The end of the semester is rapidly approaching and that scares the shit outta me. I'm pretty sure there isn't going to be any sleep time when it comes. And that's not good, cause I need my sleep time.

Oh! And I'm not going to be able to completely finish my Letterpress project. I wanted to do four pieces, but considering the time constraints on top of the other work that I have to get done and the fact that the Letterpress I class is going to be using the 18th century press for their final project, I'm going to have to stop at three it seems. To make things worse, I don't have the final piece written, and I seem to be lacking the inspiration to write it at the moment. Oh Gods of the muse, please strike me with thine divine powers!

My perfect timing skills allowed me to turn on Conan O'Brien right when Tegan & Sara were going to be performing and man do they look like midgets standing next to that tall, lanky Irishman XD