Wolverine has sweet chest hair.
So I have a 12 pg paper to write on Sandra Cisernos, Rios, Lahiri, Kerouac, Tennessee Williams....you get the picture.
I also have a paper to write on overt sexual innuendos compared and contrasted between the writings of Tennessee Williams and E. E. Cummings.
After that, I have a 100 question exam to take covering........literature.
Am I going to do any of it?
Yes. But just the exam.
Am I willfully forfeiting 200 points, yes.
Do I care?
No. Clearly. Since I'm here writing this and all three of these hundred points projects are due in four hours and forty minutes.
I have no money but I've somehow spent a ridiculous amount of money on Christmas presents. Ebay, Amazon, and Victoria Secret are seriously the worst things to have ever happened to my bank account.
I started crying today on my way home from work cause this song came on the radio and in the end, the girls' dad dies. I can't even imagine my life without my dad. How amazing he is punches everyone in the face who meets him. It's like getting punched with awesome. Today is also his birthday. I brought him lunch from his favorite restaurant and we had lunch in the kitchen at his office.
I read the second book in the True Blood series cause they were sold out of the first one. It was okay....it was interesting enough. Kinda weird though. Not very well written. I do my best to always read a book for entertainment value and not critique how its written, but some books are so poorly written (ie. the Twilight series) that it just slaps you in the eyeballs with his horribleness. True Blood isn't quite as bad, and it's definitely got enough entertainment value to overshadow what it lacks in literary genius.
Sometimes I am so content with life that I feel this overwhelming thankfulness for everything. I think that's why I don't care to wirte in lj so much. Cause when I start to think about life, I either have really awesome things to say, and I could just gush and gush about how good I have it--or I could just rant about how ridiculous some people are.
I'm going on a cruise in January. I'll be turning 20 somewhere in the Caribbean.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee jealous.
I also have a paper to write on overt sexual innuendos compared and contrasted between the writings of Tennessee Williams and E. E. Cummings.
After that, I have a 100 question exam to take covering........literature.
Am I going to do any of it?
Yes. But just the exam.
Am I willfully forfeiting 200 points, yes.
Do I care?
No. Clearly. Since I'm here writing this and all three of these hundred points projects are due in four hours and forty minutes.
I have no money but I've somehow spent a ridiculous amount of money on Christmas presents. Ebay, Amazon, and Victoria Secret are seriously the worst things to have ever happened to my bank account.
I started crying today on my way home from work cause this song came on the radio and in the end, the girls' dad dies. I can't even imagine my life without my dad. How amazing he is punches everyone in the face who meets him. It's like getting punched with awesome. Today is also his birthday. I brought him lunch from his favorite restaurant and we had lunch in the kitchen at his office.
I read the second book in the True Blood series cause they were sold out of the first one. It was okay....it was interesting enough. Kinda weird though. Not very well written. I do my best to always read a book for entertainment value and not critique how its written, but some books are so poorly written (ie. the Twilight series) that it just slaps you in the eyeballs with his horribleness. True Blood isn't quite as bad, and it's definitely got enough entertainment value to overshadow what it lacks in literary genius.
Sometimes I am so content with life that I feel this overwhelming thankfulness for everything. I think that's why I don't care to wirte in lj so much. Cause when I start to think about life, I either have really awesome things to say, and I could just gush and gush about how good I have it--or I could just rant about how ridiculous some people are.
I'm going on a cruise in January. I'll be turning 20 somewhere in the Caribbean.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee jealous.