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I have some responses to a Swift essay due at 7:30 and I can't seem to get to it. It's because I suck. And, JESUS, I've read this STUPID essay like TWENTY TIMES in my life. What's the point of reading...AND REREADING?! I HATE ANALYSIS QUESTIONS! Whatever stupid fucker decided we could interpret a literary work with dissecting sentence stucture and usage of literary elements was afucking moron....Most people don't get up in the moring and say, "I think I'll have a cup of caffienated beverage at a temperature that will burn my lips, heat my stomache, and possibly put me into a situation where I have problems with my blood pressure." Can't we just get onto the paper writing and the iritating scrutiny of idiot peer editing? I DETEST that someone who can't compose a proper sentence thinks that they can critique my flow. They don't even know what flow is. OKAY! My thoughts are a little jumbled! But I take care of that when I need to, don't I? I hope this day ends fast. I miss my Jonathan. I haven't seen him much lately...but I've been going to bed far to late to spend time with him...i.e. 9:30pm. Don't you mock me...I GET UP AT 4-5am. I walk to class...AND I PUT CORNROWS INTO MY HAIR!!!!!! Um...no. I think I was supposed to call Tyk like a week ago. Silly me. Anyone else I forgot about this week? It's been hella hectic. I locked Amy inside my house yesterday...Trust me, Ames. That was some amusing shit. I should've left you a note. I'm such a terrible friend. /so tired. Work now.