I think I figured out what the problem is.

I am all over the place, and want to do everything. That’s the problem. That and I have, what my teacher calls, a “Chicken Heart.” Those two things mixed together are recipe for disaster. What kind of distaster? The bad kind! #__#

The plus side is that I’ve managed to make and paint many a cellphone charm, now, along with starting the cuff on my “Gym Sock.” I’ve also given a few away, but I’m going to stop that, as I’ve pretty much given one to all my friends and family, and I’ve technically been given my first comission for a charm.

Holly has asked me to do one for her brother, and currently it’s nearly done — it’s a little purple ‘Poison’ mushroom from Mario Bros. Very cute! ^__^

Anyway, I will be selling my charms as I get more of them made. And as we get more of our “Crafty Little Fingers” website up. Right now it’s just a DeviantArt account. There is so much to do and so little time, it seems!! @__@

I can’t believe it’s nearly April! It only feels like yesterday was just January. This week I have a final exam for anatomy, which means chapters 5 through 18 must be studied, or I’m screwed. I feel like I know it, but my teacher made me feel stupid the other day when I answered a question and she told me to “Think before I spoke.” That made me mad. She was referencing something from 10 chapters ago, and I answered the question, but it wasn’t the “same” situation for the answer. Made me feel like a moron. I’m so affraid I don’t know this stuff, and I’m going to fail.

I swear I failed my last spelling test, and I studied for four hours yesterday, just pronouncing and writing out words. I thought I knew them. And obviously I didn’t. The same with the day before, aswell, I studied and thought I knew them, but I didn’t. It’s not that spelling counts a lot for the final grade, because not all of us are decent at it, but I was getting 100% and 97% for the longest time. Every wrong mark she puts on my test makes my stomach drop.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like puking. So, I guess I’m nervous. And here I am, trying to put off studying like that’s going to help stop the nervousness, and instead I’m writing in my blog.

I’m going to go study. I hope I don’t fuck up.