Life needs change.

 

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20050107

i knew it! my SHITTY memory would come back and BITE ME IN THE ASS! AND IT HURTS LIKE HELL! i’ve been trying to write my stupid essays since i got back because i realistically knew that i wouldn’t touch them while i was home. too many things to do, people to see, things to eat… well now i’m suffering. i’m going through a series of ‘i wishes’ now. i wish that these essays were assigned much earlier. i wish that we could at least have a vague number of essay topics that we could tweak to our discretion. i wish that i’d actually worked on this over the holidays… well ok, i take back the last one. BUT I WISH THAT MY MEMORY WAS BETTER!!!!! so now as i’m writing this paper, i think, “i’d like to say that x said this, but i’m not too sure where i read it and i need to footnote it. ok, go through your copious notes… uhhh nope not here… not here either… but i’m SURE x said it!”yeah, i think i’m going to have to return to taking notes where i write everything down in sub-headings. fekk!

 

the wind is CRAZY today and right now it sounds like the whole building is shaking with the wind because windows and doors are rattling, people are shouting… and i can’t tell if it’s the drunken fools outside or if it’s people inside. jeezy peezy. i want to finish these damned papers by Thursday because i’m going to London on Friday with mina and these stinkin papers are due on the following Monday. i don’t want to hand them in on mundane (Monday) because i KNOW it’s going to be busy/packed/there will be a line-up… oops a fucking queue. what a stupid word. anyhow, yeah, somebody send me an epiphany please. i’m SICK of my stupid topics.

 

wish i had a more comfortable chair. stupid school. didn’t think of ergonomics. the desks are too high for the chairs which are the same shitty chairs that we have in the kitchen that are too big for the dumbass kitchen table that we eat off of. there’s 6 chairs in the kitchen and they all JUST fit at the table. so there’s no space between 2 chairs. not everyone can sit at the table at the same time unless they all like each other lotses. if you sit across from somebody at this table, then your knees touch. and we ALL know how short my legs really are, so you get the picture… heyyy wait a minute, i can take a pic of the stupid, volume-discounted furniture we have in the kitchen and in our rooms.

 

my rough draft is now peppered with comments to myself. brilliant. i’m such a retard. i hate my mind sometimes. jeezy peezy just write SOMETHING!!!!! now that i know how the system works, where they want you to start your term papers later than you should, i’m going to start them sooner so i’m juss chillin’ in the spring break. venice in february prolly won’t happen, venice in spring might be naicer instead. lalalalalalalaalalalalalalalalaaa~!

 

fuck i’m screwed!

 

agent orange

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