life momentarily sucks.

So I was having a good morning. I'm not just saying that as background; I can feel myself slowly seeping into a place I like to be. A hard feeling to explain. But I woke up early and took my time getting ready for my 9:00 writing class (wact). Wact always makes me feel very... unashamed of being who I am. It's basically a discussion class and the way the dynamics worked out, I usually get to say whatever I want to and it's seen as a good thing because no one else is talking. After wact I walked really slowly back through campus, lePod playing, one of many college students walking by themselves along the paths we all walk on millions of times. I really like having music then. It makes me feel a degree removed from the awkwardness of social contact, letting me just watch people. Instead of finding things in them that I wish I was, I noticed them doing the exact things I do while being their own little people. I really like living in a city (our tiny city of the young), at least at this age when I'm still relating who I am to how I see other people.

Did anyone enjoy my extreme digression? Did anyone read it? It's a context for the suckiness.

I got back to my room to open the worst email ever. Okay, no one died. Only a little part of my soul. Last semester for my design final I painted a portrait of myself in color. I really liked it. Really really liked it. As in I thought it was the best painting I'd done yet. Well, I actually turned it in before it was finished but even unfinished it was the best. (Wait, none of the other paintings are finished either...) My teacher liked it too though, it was the only project I got full marks on and she asked to keep it so she could put it in the student art show.

It got fucking destroyed. I don't even know how.