HOMEWORK SUCKS

We have a big portfolio due tomorrow. I'm getting awfully worked up about it. I have to have 5 pieces, and so far I have 4, and the 5th is supposed to be something I've written outside of class, and I can't come up with anywhere to start. I've been working so hard on the fictional memoir. It's consumed every waking moment since I started on it. I've gotten very, very involved in it. And so it's basically completely drained me of the ability to think. I'm now desperate enough that I've signed on to AIM in hopes of finding someone who will be able to help me. My brain is tired.

The fictional memoir, on the other hand, is growing to obscene proportions. It used to be a nice little short story, easy to handle. It's rapidly growing. I have created a monster. I almost wish I'd never started the damn thing, except that I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Jesus Christ. It's taking over my life. It's awful. But god, the other night I was writing a significant funeral scene, which was complete and utter bullshit, and it made me cry, and I KNEW it was bullshit. And that made me laugh, because I felt so stupid for crying at what I knew was bullshit. But luckily my roommate was out of the room at the time, so at least I was the only person laughing at me.

I'm afraid I really don't have much to say. Goodnight to all of you, I've got to stop doing this and start doing my damn homework.