Mary Jane's Last Dance

Four papers due all on the same day? FUCK ME.

You are trying to kill my liver AND my sanity at the same time. Well, try and catch me, coppers, you ain't gonna stop me!

I want to go do cool stuff. Please let hell week be over!

So, kids, I've decided I'm going back to school next semester. Something tells me I'm not going to be taken seriously until I blow some more money on higher schoolin'.

So this is what I plan to take next semester:
Mathematics for Liberal Arts I
Western Humanities II
Public Speaking

I've pretty much have it all mapped out now.

After that:
Mathematics for Liberal Arts II
World Religions
International Relations (or Introductory Sociology)
Studies in Applied Ethics
Biological Science
Biological Science Lab
Introduction to Environmental Science
And still after that (electives):
Introduction to Web Page Creation
Introduction to Mass Communications
Writing for the Mass Media
The Popular Arts in America
Creative Writing
Introduction to Motion Pictures
Journalistic Writing and Reporting
Digital Photography
and then probably The 20th Century

Woot. I stayed up for a while last night planning that all out. :P

I was so afraid of failing Intermediate Algebra because I was ( and still am) positive I bombed my final like Baghdad.

Turns out, not only did I pass the class, but I maintained the B I had, as well. How the hell I did that, I don't know. It had to be a miracle. My other two classes I had I got A's in. I wasn't worried about those at all. :D

Now for a nice happy semester off. Too much stuff going on (plus the hope of financial aid the semester after the one I'm taking off).

Man, I don't want to write another paper. But at least it's on something that's interesting (Bob Dylan). If I had to write another paper on some story I didn't care about I would have flipped out.

I'm dreading to get my other papers back. I'm not even going to look at the grade, because I know they were the worst things I have ever written and turned in, and thus, deserve a terrible grade.

Hopefully I can make it up with this paper (dear God, I hope, I hope, I hope.)

I am seriously looking forward to finals week. Countdown to finals: One month, six days.

I cannot wait until the end of the semester so I can get the fuck out of Composition II with whatever sub-par passing grade I can get.

I HATE writing papers. I especially hate writing papers on literature. Because one, it kills the joy of reading (wonder why books are to kids like garlic is to Dracula? Figure it out!) and two, I cannot for the life of me, write a bunch of verbose bullshit on subjects I have no interest in.

I just turned in possibly the worst papers I have ever written, and if he decides to give me a C on them, there is in fact a merciful God.

Not only that, I did craptastic on an algebra test that should have been easy. My stomach hurt and I blanked out on the portion with quadratic equations (why? they're not that bad! ask my Monster-less malfunctioning brain) . That's probably a test I will retake if only to regain some pride.

Countdown to the end of the semester: One month and nearly two weeks. C'mon, December 11th! Getting my wisdom teeth was more bearable than writing Comp II papers!

Fucking hell. I do not want to write the remainder of my papers for Comp II.

Damn you Comp II and your paper hell. Boy, I can't wait until the semester is over.

Pushy salespeople in the mall,
You are a main reason why I prefer to shop online. You aren't attracting me to your wares by being a pushy asshole. Learn to take a hint, and go fuck yourselves.

JcPenney,
Advertising your sales goals on the intercom is totally unclassy and crass. I guess I can see what your priority is.

New Orleans Saints,
Please win tomorrow. Please. Pretty please? I know you're a scrappy lil' team and have always been, but you haven't had a start this bad in years. Get it together. Please ditch Olindo Mare, he can't kick. Bench Drew Brees if you have to. C'mon, the Bears benched Rex Grossman and look how much better they're doing without him!

Victoria's Secret at Westshore Mall,
Oh, so you remodeled your store! And look...it looks more like a strip club than it did previously. Neon signs and everything! Maybe if you got some pole dancers from Mons Venus (come on they're down the street, take advantage of it) and added a bar, then maybe I'd come in. Maybe. Those strippers might even be better salespeople than the uppity turds that Victoria's Secret currently hires.

USF Bulls,
You're awesome. Keep up the good work.

The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess,
Stop being so addictive.

College,
Stop feeling like I'm back in the tenth grade. WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I'M IN HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN.



Also, I get my wisdom teeth pulled on Wednesday and I'm ridiculously nervous about it. :(

I feel like I haven't the time to be myself anymore. I'm worn out and tired. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Welcome, my son. Welcome to the machine.