had one of those weekends, you know?
of the what-why-why sort... i really struggled to just get it together. i felt incredibly happy during moments of 20 more essays graded or no sleep and cold medicine or a really great t.v. show. yet i caused mayhem. i'm wondering why i'm always struggling to get it together.
i take pride in knowing exactly what the hell is going on all the time... i pride myself in reading people. and i find myself lost in both areas since i started school. i am in a whirlwind of reading and writing and whining too much.
tonight i am supposed to be writing a paper about tragic action and sexual stereotyping in macbeth. i cannot find the words.
i recently wrote in a paper that i am always at a loss for words. those who know me may find this ridiculous - of course i meant it to describe my 'formal' essay writing - to which my professor wrote in a bloody red pen, "then you should not be here."
bah. nobody should be anywhere. but here we stay, because screw the dicks in tweed jackets. hahaha nobody wears those in florida. which is why i suddenly feel too hot.
i take pride in knowing exactly what the hell is going on all the time... i pride myself in reading people. and i find myself lost in both areas since i started school. i am in a whirlwind of reading and writing and whining too much.
tonight i am supposed to be writing a paper about tragic action and sexual stereotyping in macbeth. i cannot find the words.
i recently wrote in a paper that i am always at a loss for words. those who know me may find this ridiculous - of course i meant it to describe my 'formal' essay writing - to which my professor wrote in a bloody red pen, "then you should not be here."
bah. nobody should be anywhere. but here we stay, because screw the dicks in tweed jackets. hahaha nobody wears those in florida. which is why i suddenly feel too hot.