I'm feeling a little bit better. I managed to get a lot of the angst out of my system over the weekend by going through extensive dungeon crawls in World of Warcraft, and man was it a blast. Of course, at the same time I've been writing my story, and sent it to Ms. Chalifoux yesterday. Turns out that it's so long that we're spending all of Wednesday on it, which is a shame because I am positively convinced part-ways that it's terrible, drags on, has no direction, no conflict, and no resolution. The other way I'm convinced that it addresses deeply emotional, very important issues that are very relevant to my life, and can potentially do that very effectively.

However, I've noticed that I've gotten very snappy lately. I'm finding it very easy to lose my temper, and at some of my friends no less. I guess I've just got a little bit tired of being a nice guy, and am back to where I was in middle school, except without feeling right about being angry. By eighth grade, see, I had been dealing with the same morons for the past five years, and wasn't going to put up with their bullshit any longer. I kept my distance, hating them, and sure enough I got to high school and people were cool.

But now I'm pissed off again. All. The. Time. I can't go through a single class period without feeling like gouging someone's eyes out. I mean, just a week or so ago I snapped at a couple of poor juniors in Creative Writing for talking during a writing prompt... but Jesus H. Christ, what did you sign up for the class for if not for writing? Shut up and get to work, or at least shut up! I need to concentrate!

And so on and so forth. I'm simply sick of everything.

Anyway, I have other things to do. I'm done with homework for tonight, and blogging for that matter.

By the way, I am disgustingly nervous about workshop in Wednesday. I gotta stop writing stuff like that.