First order of business:
There is a pimple on my face. However i am convinced that it is not actually a pimple but perhaps a tumor.
Second order of business:
I wish to drop out of college and work at Starbucks for the the rest of my life. This Starbucks will preferably be located in Antarctica or somewhere where there is no possibility of seeing my last quarter math professors face.
This is assuming Starbucks will hire my lame ass.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Week 10
Somehow, i feel like in all my classes, im in that state where i feel like i CAN achieve what i want (which is an A) but somehow feel like im barely going to accomplish my goals. Somehow i feel like im going to screw myself over.
So that little miracle i asked for in the beginning of the week hasn't happened yet. The closest i came to dying was yesterday when i tripped while going down the stairs. But hey....that's nothing new.
Anyways, it's too late now. I've already completed the death essay due one friday. It came out to be a grand total of 8 and a half pages not including the works cited. Writing was canceled today and i ditched math leaving me with only one 8'0 clock class which was physics. I spent the remainder of the day cranking out this essay on a topic i am sad to say will probably never receive this amount of attention ever again.
Currently i am suffering from a chronic migraine that has presented itself several times recently. I am just WAITING for my new glasses to come in. In the mean time, i must endure these head splitting aches in my brain and hope for the life of me that nothing will explode and ooze out of my ears catching me unawares.
Right now i am not completely coherent as it is 2 am. For the past week i have not gone to sleep before 3 am. I think today will break my longest streak of abnormal sleeping pattern yet. i find this oddly satisfying.
One more thing: i tried giving up caffeine for lent this year. Ive attempted this before with better results...oh how i've already failed. miserably. Good thing I'm not Catholic i suppose. ):
So that little miracle i asked for in the beginning of the week hasn't happened yet. The closest i came to dying was yesterday when i tripped while going down the stairs. But hey....that's nothing new.
Anyways, it's too late now. I've already completed the death essay due one friday. It came out to be a grand total of 8 and a half pages not including the works cited. Writing was canceled today and i ditched math leaving me with only one 8'0 clock class which was physics. I spent the remainder of the day cranking out this essay on a topic i am sad to say will probably never receive this amount of attention ever again.
Currently i am suffering from a chronic migraine that has presented itself several times recently. I am just WAITING for my new glasses to come in. In the mean time, i must endure these head splitting aches in my brain and hope for the life of me that nothing will explode and ooze out of my ears catching me unawares.
Right now i am not completely coherent as it is 2 am. For the past week i have not gone to sleep before 3 am. I think today will break my longest streak of abnormal sleeping pattern yet. i find this oddly satisfying.
One more thing: i tried giving up caffeine for lent this year. Ive attempted this before with better results...oh how i've already failed. miserably. Good thing I'm not Catholic i suppose. ):
Sunday, March 8, 2009
"God Help Us All'
Yesterday i received a very upsetting email from my writing teacher telling me that i had written my essay wrong and that i would have to rewrite all of it if i wanted to pass the class. I responded with a note of panic and she replied telling me to calm the crap down. I DO have a week but, rewriting a 7-8 page essay is not a very exciting prospect especially since i had already written 6 pages of it.
I'm contemplating all the ways i could possibly die this week, exempting me from writing this horrendous essay as well as avoiding all upcoming finals. Perhaps i will be crushed by the brute force of an oncoming and unawares truck. Perhaps i will be electrocuted when attempting to plug in my labtop. Perhaps space monkeys will fly out of my butt and attack me until i am an unrecognizable bloody pulp on the ground. Or perhaps i will be vaporized by the thought police.
What I'm trying to say is that i hope some kind of miraculous event will save me from having to exert even the slightest amount of effort on this essay i am very unwilling but likely to rewrite.
Who will offer me this kind of salvation? Who will do their good friend Vicky a generous favor and save her from this act of torture imposed on her by an evil writing 39c class?
WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN?!?!?
I'm contemplating all the ways i could possibly die this week, exempting me from writing this horrendous essay as well as avoiding all upcoming finals. Perhaps i will be crushed by the brute force of an oncoming and unawares truck. Perhaps i will be electrocuted when attempting to plug in my labtop. Perhaps space monkeys will fly out of my butt and attack me until i am an unrecognizable bloody pulp on the ground. Or perhaps i will be vaporized by the thought police.
What I'm trying to say is that i hope some kind of miraculous event will save me from having to exert even the slightest amount of effort on this essay i am very unwilling but likely to rewrite.
Who will offer me this kind of salvation? Who will do their good friend Vicky a generous favor and save her from this act of torture imposed on her by an evil writing 39c class?
WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN?!?!?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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