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You know what's incredibly lame? Writing an essay and basing most of it off of one article you had to read for class, and realizing midway that NOT ONLY did the author of the article get the name of a Degas painting entirely wrong, but she has spelled an artists last name wrong throughout her entire article. Way to be, Ann Davis. Way to BE.
In other news, I'm typing up my essay due tomorrow at 2pm. 12 and a half hours, and I'm pretty much done. Whee! I had my 8:30 Complex Analysis exam this morning, which raped me up the bum and never called me back. Then I had my English exam at 2:30, which I took to a nice dinner, wined and dined, fucked and left. I guess I'll never learn. But yea, I think I did really well on English. My hand was so cramped after that hour and a half though. Of straight writing. I don't know how people do it.
And I'm procrastinating, I know I am. But I'm typing it up! Whatever! I'm sitting here, listening to the Backstreet Boys (don't ask, my iTunes is on shuffle and likes to play games. With my heart?) and listening to my mini fridge slowly defrost the like, 2 inches of ice keeping my fridge from actually closing. That was a fun discovery at like, 7am when I went to grab a water bottle and realized I couldn't close my fridge, and it probably hasn't been fully closed for a few days. Awesome. But I digress. I'm procrastinating. And I'm oddly good at it. I really should get back to it. UGH! I just don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.
ps omg Lost. I pretty much just went "WUT!?" the whole episode. BLACKSMOKEMONSTERALEX. JUDGE BENRY HARD. ASKHFDASKDHF
In other news, I'm typing up my essay due tomorrow at 2pm. 12 and a half hours, and I'm pretty much done. Whee! I had my 8:30 Complex Analysis exam this morning, which raped me up the bum and never called me back. Then I had my English exam at 2:30, which I took to a nice dinner, wined and dined, fucked and left. I guess I'll never learn. But yea, I think I did really well on English. My hand was so cramped after that hour and a half though. Of straight writing. I don't know how people do it.
And I'm procrastinating, I know I am. But I'm typing it up! Whatever! I'm sitting here, listening to the Backstreet Boys (don't ask, my iTunes is on shuffle and likes to play games. With my heart?) and listening to my mini fridge slowly defrost the like, 2 inches of ice keeping my fridge from actually closing. That was a fun discovery at like, 7am when I went to grab a water bottle and realized I couldn't close my fridge, and it probably hasn't been fully closed for a few days. Awesome. But I digress. I'm procrastinating. And I'm oddly good at it. I really should get back to it. UGH! I just don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.
ps omg Lost. I pretty much just went "WUT!?" the whole episode. BLACKSMOKEMONSTERALEX. JUDGE BENRY HARD. ASKHFDASKDHF