An Unfunny Hiatus Message

Sorry guys, but I might as well put my blog on indefinite hiatus.

I have reached what I normally refer to in my diaries as the "Spring Panic".
Where other people get overly depressed and anxious during winter and then blossom into beautiful flowers when the sun comes, I freak the fuck out during spring; I spend my time productively by flopping around on the floor crying maniacally and becoming increasingly paranoid about social interactions and interpersonal relationships.
Don't worry, this is completely normal for me, and will hopefully pass around June, where it will be replaced by "Summer Apathy" (which will make way for "Autumn Hopefulness" and then "Winter Ennui").

The sudden realization that "final exhibition" actually does mean "final exhibition" and that there will be people, living breathing judging people, looking at shit I've created and I have to be there to take in their real-time reactions, is giving me the creeps.
Also the fact that where I before didn't care too much about my grades because fuck it I wasn't going to make it as an artist anyway, I now actually want to get a decent grade in case I ever want to do an MA in comics. Which I guess I do, but it depends if I get the funds for it? And if I'm even cut out for it? I am very confused. Existential crisis ahoy! And this time I don't have excessive amounts of caffeine to help me overcome it.

So while I have two blog posts written out (they are named "Changing Habits" and "Why Exercise Sucks (In The Beginning)", just so you know), I can't with good consciene type it in and work on the pictures for them when I have a PDP portfolio and a visual diary and an artist statement and a final project and an exibition to prepare for.
I will get back to it, maybe slowly work on it during breaks for my other stuff.

But for now, I'm really sorry. But there's too many balls in the air for me to handle.
Make your own (a)sexual innuendo for that.