The Story of English

It is five thirty-nine AM. I have been editing and working on photos since nine PM. Photoshop has crashed four times. I haven't slept, and have to leave my house in thirty minutes in order to get to school on time. I haven't finished my projects, and I have not yet started to draw my twelfth project. Crying has been, according to my body, something that will make AP Studio Art less worse. I don't understand this. My manicure was ruined from all the oil color and body paint I used for the last photoshoot. I can't really think of anything else than this, and don't have the time to. AP Studio Art is like a very jealous and overly attached girlfriend that won't let you open other textbooks or think about or do anything else. That's my Story of English for today.