"Big Brother is watching." - George Orwell
I'm in the middle of writing an essay on the Scarlet Letter. Fun stuff, I know. I know I can do it; it isn't hard. It just takes so long! When I could be off doing better things, or rather, more important (like my History test!), I have to be sitting here at this stupid computer hacking and slashing. I thank God, though, that I don't have to do this on paper. That would be horrific. I'm thinking I'm going to be in front of this blasted machine all day, which is, of course, a source of great joy and anticipation for me. Do I sense a little sarcasm here? :) Oh well. I just keep in mind that these few hours of work will all pay off one day. At least, I hope they will.
I know it seems all I ever do is complain about the amount of work I have. It seems like that to me, too. Isn't that terrible? when your life (wait, I have no life...) is entirely consumed by something you hate? I guess I'll make an effort, starting now, to do something different. Like complain about something else... : ) j/k
Well, back to work. I'll probably write later, so don't worry, you haven't heard the last of my whining. : ) {oh, go call whine-1-1!} <--courtesy of Sarah Trufant. :)
I know it seems all I ever do is complain about the amount of work I have. It seems like that to me, too. Isn't that terrible? when your life (wait, I have no life...) is entirely consumed by something you hate? I guess I'll make an effort, starting now, to do something different. Like complain about something else... : ) j/k
Well, back to work. I'll probably write later, so don't worry, you haven't heard the last of my whining. : ) {oh, go call whine-1-1!} <--courtesy of Sarah Trufant. :)