If I didn't tell you I shall now. I got in my degree program (B.A. Visual Arts) in UWI. Yay go me. Not like I doubted it of course. Note: this is not me being snotty or big-headed.

Those admin folks are real fuckwits. Oh my god. Monday I got notice that I was accepted and had to reply by Tuesday. Assholes. They spelt my name wrong and my address. Idiotas. So I had to go drop it in by hand.
So it has begun. The rush to do university things. I feel strange. Somehow it isn't as exciting as the thought of going away. I'm stuck with this for now but I think I will have to get a transfer at some point before I explode. Today I have to go to the doctor to get a medical. JOY! You know how much I like doctors. Just as much as I lovvve a good root canal.

Since I was out, I got other errands done as well and spent money that is just dwindling to absolutely nothing. *sigh* Depressed about that but starting not give a rat's ass. My ID card is so horrific. Wow. You can't believe one can look so crappy in a picture until you see your ID card. I finally got mine after years? I applied for it back in March. I don't know why you can't get it the same day. Morons.

I hate that sinking feeling you get when you know you just didn't do it. Failure. When you sink inside, when it all crumbles like an overbaked cookie. You weren't up to standard. You suck. Yeah you know that feeling. When you feel like something's being ripped from your body and you're trying to pull it back but it's there tearing away from you.

I just had to get that out. It was a fleeting feeling earlier, but still affected me and my general sense of well-being. Nothing big at all. Don't come and ask me what's wrong. Nothing dammit. Hehe. However my self-esteem is nil, but that's a whole other story.