So, my day today went something like this.
1 am: Go to bed, can't sleep, probably because woke up at 2 pm yesterday.
3 am: Go to sleep.
7:30 am: Wake up. It is early. Bitch about how early it is.
9 am: Go to church. End up having lunch at parents' house. Yay non-servery food!
1 pm: Get back to dorm and screw around all day.
5 pm: Glance at English syllabus. Note that paper I thought was due on Thursday is, in fact, due on Tuesday. Scream. Swear. Swear some more.
6 pm: Pause for dinner.
6:30 pm: Return to swearing.
I still haven't gotten anything written. I can't come up with a single damned thing about this stupid fucking poem. Why did she pick the two most incoherent and stupid poems we've read as our choices for what we could write this paper about? Why did she decide to add five papers to the syllabus that weren't originally planned? Why does she hate me? Why?
(Note: I'm sure the poems are not actually stupid. But I'm in a mood. For the duration of the mood, which is probably until I turn in the paper, they will be considered extremely stupid.)
I have, however, decided that I'm writing about "The Vacuum," rather than "Sex Without Love," simply because "Sex Without Love" is even less coherent than "The Vacuum." Stupid poem. Bleah.
1 am: Go to bed, can't sleep, probably because woke up at 2 pm yesterday.
3 am: Go to sleep.
7:30 am: Wake up. It is early. Bitch about how early it is.
9 am: Go to church. End up having lunch at parents' house. Yay non-servery food!
1 pm: Get back to dorm and screw around all day.
5 pm: Glance at English syllabus. Note that paper I thought was due on Thursday is, in fact, due on Tuesday. Scream. Swear. Swear some more.
6 pm: Pause for dinner.
6:30 pm: Return to swearing.
I still haven't gotten anything written. I can't come up with a single damned thing about this stupid fucking poem. Why did she pick the two most incoherent and stupid poems we've read as our choices for what we could write this paper about? Why did she decide to add five papers to the syllabus that weren't originally planned? Why does she hate me? Why?
(Note: I'm sure the poems are not actually stupid. But I'm in a mood. For the duration of the mood, which is probably until I turn in the paper, they will be considered extremely stupid.)
I have, however, decided that I'm writing about "The Vacuum," rather than "Sex Without Love," simply because "Sex Without Love" is even less coherent than "The Vacuum." Stupid poem. Bleah.
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Date: 2004-09-12 08:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-13 09:27 am (UTC)