Are you gonna bark all day little doggie, or are you going to bite?
Okay, fair warning, Dennis is pissed off, so if you don't want to listen to all my problems at the moment, stop reading right now.
I have such a fucking extreme amount of work to do right now that the mere thought of doing any of it makes my brain hurt. I'm sure I've bitched already about how many papers I have to write in the month of April since none of my classes have had much of a writing component thus far. I know I've already bitched, but this is getting to be pretty ri-fucking-diculous.
I have two papers left to do for Political Philosophy. I have my Moby Dick paper to do for my American Lit class. I no longer have a paper for Women's Lit as I finished it yesterday. I have my paper for my other American Lit class to do that has to be 6-8 pages. I also just found out that in addition to the fucking 10 page paper that we have to write, my fucking recent philosophy teacher just told us we have two other journal entries to do. I sat there in class for a few minutes, trying to adjust myself to the notion of getting all of this work (I lost count, but I think it's seven papers that I have to write within the next three weeks) and just couldn't bring myself to get into any little bit of what he was talking about. So I decided to leave class early so that I could go off and read something from the philosophy book and write a journal entry on it. When I get down the hallway, my professor walks out behind me and asks me what my name is. Best to be honest in that situation so I am. Now my wheels are spinning on what he is going to do to me for leaving class early. I don't know why I feel some serious repercussions coming for that. Hopefully he was just asking because he was going to take attendance at the end of the period and he wanted to make sure I didn't get it. That I can understand. But I don't know why I feel some serious repercussions coming for leaving. This motherfucker is like a high school teacher masquerading as a college professor. He totally runs his classroom like it's a high school classroom. I mean I'm twenty fucking years old. If I want to leave class early then I should be able to leave class early. But I feel like he is going to try to get in my face when I go to class on Tuesday for some reason and the whole situation is going to turn into a major fucking annoyance. Shit, it already is.
It's annoying along with the notion of writing all these fucking papers within the next three weeks and having any hope of them being any good. I wrote my Women's Lit paper yesterday and it turned out okay, but that's the class I'm the least concerned about and it was also the broadest assignment. I really want my American Lit papers to be well developed and interesting. That kind of precision really does require at least 6-8 hours of my time. I really can't give that to everything. That and I really want my grades to shine for this semester. Why do I all of the sudden feel like I am back in high school? COLLEGE IS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE LAID BACK THAN THIS. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
That and I really feel like dogshit today for some reason. I drank kind of heavily last night when I got out of class. I didn't smoke though. Maybe it's a hangover. Maybe I'm just really, really annoyed with life at the moment.
Hey, wait a minute, I've been annoyed with life for the last three months. Why should right now be any different?
Hopefully I start feeling better here pretty soon and actually read the assignment for Women's Lit and actually go to class and then go to American Lit class and actually have something to contribute. This is impossible right now dude. It really feels like I'm up against the world. I feel like crap and yet my day isn't even close to being over as I also have to work from five to eleven tonight. Nothing worse than feeling lousy yet having no escape for the things you need to do.
Please God, let things get easier. PLEAAAAAAAAAAASE.
God, that felt good to voice. Song I like basically about a guy trying to make himself beleive that he isn't falling apart.
Counting Crows
"Colorblind"
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
Taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine
-God, I have to poo really bad
I have such a fucking extreme amount of work to do right now that the mere thought of doing any of it makes my brain hurt. I'm sure I've bitched already about how many papers I have to write in the month of April since none of my classes have had much of a writing component thus far. I know I've already bitched, but this is getting to be pretty ri-fucking-diculous.
I have two papers left to do for Political Philosophy. I have my Moby Dick paper to do for my American Lit class. I no longer have a paper for Women's Lit as I finished it yesterday. I have my paper for my other American Lit class to do that has to be 6-8 pages. I also just found out that in addition to the fucking 10 page paper that we have to write, my fucking recent philosophy teacher just told us we have two other journal entries to do. I sat there in class for a few minutes, trying to adjust myself to the notion of getting all of this work (I lost count, but I think it's seven papers that I have to write within the next three weeks) and just couldn't bring myself to get into any little bit of what he was talking about. So I decided to leave class early so that I could go off and read something from the philosophy book and write a journal entry on it. When I get down the hallway, my professor walks out behind me and asks me what my name is. Best to be honest in that situation so I am. Now my wheels are spinning on what he is going to do to me for leaving class early. I don't know why I feel some serious repercussions coming for that. Hopefully he was just asking because he was going to take attendance at the end of the period and he wanted to make sure I didn't get it. That I can understand. But I don't know why I feel some serious repercussions coming for leaving. This motherfucker is like a high school teacher masquerading as a college professor. He totally runs his classroom like it's a high school classroom. I mean I'm twenty fucking years old. If I want to leave class early then I should be able to leave class early. But I feel like he is going to try to get in my face when I go to class on Tuesday for some reason and the whole situation is going to turn into a major fucking annoyance. Shit, it already is.
It's annoying along with the notion of writing all these fucking papers within the next three weeks and having any hope of them being any good. I wrote my Women's Lit paper yesterday and it turned out okay, but that's the class I'm the least concerned about and it was also the broadest assignment. I really want my American Lit papers to be well developed and interesting. That kind of precision really does require at least 6-8 hours of my time. I really can't give that to everything. That and I really want my grades to shine for this semester. Why do I all of the sudden feel like I am back in high school? COLLEGE IS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE LAID BACK THAN THIS. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
That and I really feel like dogshit today for some reason. I drank kind of heavily last night when I got out of class. I didn't smoke though. Maybe it's a hangover. Maybe I'm just really, really annoyed with life at the moment.
Hey, wait a minute, I've been annoyed with life for the last three months. Why should right now be any different?
Hopefully I start feeling better here pretty soon and actually read the assignment for Women's Lit and actually go to class and then go to American Lit class and actually have something to contribute. This is impossible right now dude. It really feels like I'm up against the world. I feel like crap and yet my day isn't even close to being over as I also have to work from five to eleven tonight. Nothing worse than feeling lousy yet having no escape for the things you need to do.
Please God, let things get easier. PLEAAAAAAAAAAASE.
God, that felt good to voice. Song I like basically about a guy trying to make himself beleive that he isn't falling apart.
Counting Crows
"Colorblind"
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
Taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine
-God, I have to poo really bad