*sigh* this? is the TOP of the roller coaster.

aaaaand it begins. My sister has left and finals week has officially begun. Acrylic paint and pencils are going to be my life for the next few days; then I have to find EVERY POEM I'VE EVER WRITTEN for this poetry class and write a four-page analysis of how my style has changed over the course of this semester. Dear God, please don't let me lose my scholarship. *whimper* I have a friend coming over at one to sit for three hours or so so I can try to draw him... it's a ton easier to do than from a four-by-five-inch photo, and I don't wanna do a crappy magazine model sketch like everyone else because those girls piss me off and the last thing I need is more stress. Maybe if I had a pic of Rupert Grint or something. eh. Also. How the hell does my tube of Viridian Green disappear without me actually touching it? There was no one else in the apartment at the time! I was sitting less than five feet from it! Creepy! And I'm pretty hard to creep out! Stupid 2D Design project. And then once finals are over, the REAL fun starts... I go home. To... my mother. Now, last time I left, I came back and my boyfriend said, "I think we should see other people, It's not you, it's me," and the time before that, I came back and someone tried to move a six-foot-three-inch convicted felon made of veiled drug references into my apartment. Coming home to find cigarette butts in your sink? When you left the bedroom AND bathroom doors locked (you had to go through the bedroom to reach thebathroom)? is kinda freaky. So there's already enough freak factor there. Plus, dude, my parents. My greatest fear of marriage comes from hoping to high heaven I won't wake up one day and realize my marriage has turned into that. I like my Dad well enough, and I like my mother well enough to let her live, but their relationship makes me sick, and not in the "ewwww my parents have sex" way. In the "how can someone treat another human being like that" way. Neither of them is physically abusive, but I know my emotions could not put up with that. And I'm spending a month in the house with it. I gotta get a job down here.