My Brain Hurts

Finally, after about 12 hours of work, I have finished my Visual Literacy project that I have to turn in tomorrow. I am actually happy with it, which isn't usually the case with me and projects.

This weekend has definitely been an emotional rollercoaster. For the most part, I was able to keep it self-contained. Kyle, unfortunately, caught me at a bad time of intoxication and sleep deprivation, and I had a bit of an emotional outburst. Actually, who am I kidding? It was more like Mt. St. Helen erupted. I guess in a way it was good, because I think we were both able to say things that we needed to get off of our chests. I am glad to say that I was able to restrain myself enough to not completely alienate him, and so things are just as good, if not better now.

It wasn't anything that listening to a few inspiring and clarifying songs by my favorite angry female singer couldn't make me feel better about.

And now, a quotation from the jaded, yet still hopeful artist, miss Alanis Morissette:

"What it all comes down to, is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet...What it all comes down to, is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine...What it all comes down to, is that everything's gonna be quite alright."

Why?

Because I won't have it any other way.