This is called:

Apr 15, 2006 22:48

I've read my friends page at least THREE times in the last three hours, without anyone even updating.

It's also called: I want to kill myself, and perhaps take as many people with me as I can.

Or, we'll subtitle it:
Heidi's Adventures in Spending Her Saturday Writing Papers. Rock.

So for some reason, I have doomed myself to writing a presentation for Tuesday and a paper for Thursday TONIGHT, which is Saturday (in case you missed the memo), rather than going to a drum circle out in the woods, or to a concert at the Temple... Why do I do this to myself, you might be asking. That's a good fucking question.

P.S. Fuck Jesus. That's right, I said it. I hate everything. Rant rant rant.

Oh yeah, this did have a point (sort of). So do you think that a 10-minute speech filled in with "blah blah blah"s would suffice for a 30-minute presentation? 'In terms of legitimizing power through portraiture, we see another marked difference between the images of ancient Rome and those of humanist Urbino. Humanism, blah blah blah. Portraiture, blah blah blah. This class bites, blah blah blah.' Yes?

This is what it's come to. Well, for now anyways.... By Tuesday/Thursday I'll probably have had two mental breakdowns, and I might've even consumed a cow.

GAH@!@#$%# FUCK. Also, I'm over-reacting. People are definitely having heavier problems than me, and I'm being silly.
Still, though--> Jesus sucks.
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