Just one of those days

Have you ever noticed that sometimes we go through weeks at a time just completely frozen. Sometimes I forget what I have done or even for get what the day is because I find myself just going through the motions.

Well to day I will remember, as today was a day that woke me up!
Jordan had to be in Salt Lake early this morning. He left the house at 7:00am. Normally we can wake up together around 9:30am. Though, to no fault of his, when he left I couldn't go back to sleep for those couple of hours.

So I was up; tired, grumpy, and frustrated. I knew that the day was going to be a long one.
Since I had some time to kill before class at 11:00, I decided to get some work done on a project I have due in a couple weeks. As time passed I felt good because I was moving smoothly and getting good work done on my project. I looked at the clock on my desk top computer and realized that I still had an hour til class. It seemed later than what the computer said, but I realized that I had been up hours earlier than used to. That's why it felt later!
Time is ticking and I emerged from the extra bedroom to start getting ready for class when i glanced at the clock on the stove, assuming that the time was now about 45min til class.
WHAT...What does the stove say....11:15! S@#$!!! Oh Crap!

I realized that the clock on my desk top computer was never changed at day-light savings. this whole time I knew deep in me that it really was later that it said, and now I had missed class.
It's one of those classes that the teacher takes everything from her lectures and puts it in her test.

Then while, safely on time, in my next class I noticed that I had left all my supplies for at home when I was too busy rushing out the doors! In this class it's embarrassing to ask to borrow anything!

THEN...to top it off I found out from my painting teacher that the student gallery rejected my art work from their show. Evidently they thought it was muddy, over worked, and lacking concept and personality. Now, not only was I going to fail my next art history exam, I also have failed at my major.

There is nothing worse to an artist than to hear that his/her work is lacking personality. I could have handled just the "muddy" and "overworked," they are just constructed criticism, but the rest felt like an insult. And it's not like painting is just a hobby for me, it suppose to be my future.
I just regret now telling people about the art show. I was too excited to have family come see!

Fortunately I know that tomorrow is a different day, and I will have other chances!
I only hope that tomorrow will come sooner!!!

p.s. sorry for the novel!!