god bless wireless internet. oh, and damn it to hell, because why would i study for my lit theory final when i can be doing so many other, much cooler, things? argh.
my brain is completely pooped. i think the effort of blocking out all of the things that i have to do, so that i don't run screaming into the night, is exhausting me to the point that coherent thought is no longer an option.
ooh, but tommorrow night i get to watch The Reagans in class, that ought to be fun. you've gotta love a school where a night of class involves watching a bootleg copy of a controversial miniseries over pizza and beer.
my brain is completely pooped. i think the effort of blocking out all of the things that i have to do, so that i don't run screaming into the night, is exhausting me to the point that coherent thought is no longer an option.
ooh, but tommorrow night i get to watch The Reagans in class, that ought to be fun. you've gotta love a school where a night of class involves watching a bootleg copy of a controversial miniseries over pizza and beer.
My brain usually melts when I try to block out the things that make me want to grab my fellow students by their big fat heads, shake them back and forth, and scream, "I knew it was empty!" There's lots of clenching of teeth and scribbling in a notebook during class, I assure.
Studying is overrated. You'll do fine.
instead i kinda rocked out in my chair, heh heh, and the janitor walked by and looked confused. i think it's getting to be time to dance myself home and to bed. one, two, three, KICK!