Oh, and every cake has its icing. I just got an email from Nesset, and he said I have to do a critical creative comp, examining some issue in fiction. I'm going to email him and ask if I could at least do something dealing with young adult fiction, but he'll probably say no because he has his head on backwards and thinks young characters aren't complex enough (this leads me to believe he was never a complex kid and hasn't even read any young adult fiction, or he might think otherwise). But it's worth a shot. Otherwise... I see no point in this comp. It won't be any fun, and it will be a big waste if I hate what I'm doing all along. Sure I need it to graduate, but I'm not going to learn anything if I go into this feeling angry, bitter, and hateful. Stupid comp. Die.
Yeah. I'm pissed off. I'm going to go to the ceramics studio and stab something squishy that doesn't move for a while, then go home and pack and see if Nick is awake so we can maybe hang out before I leave instead of like last night, when he said he wanted to do something and then just ignored me in favor of his stupid computer until I got fed up with it and went to bed. But at least we went to Los Compadres last night. Weee.
