Get me away from here, i'm dying
After wrapping up work and a nice conversation with Stephanie at about 12:45am, I left my workplace with an empty tank of gas, 0.2 pages of my paper due the next day written, and a full pack of cigarettes. It's comforting to me as well, not just my parents, that I've got my priorities straight.
Got back to my apartment at about 1:30, and noticed a fun little thing, which was that I left my backpack with three textbooks and a homework assignment back at the rest home. Lately, my reactions to things that would normally cause me to grab the nearest living thing and kill it have been somewhat diluted. I simply cracked a half-smile, peed in the corner of the garage, and headed upstairs to pound out my paper. I started my paper at around 2:15, finished at 4, and not to toot my own horn or anything (realistically, I'd have to remove my lower rib-bones like Marilyn Manson didn't in order to really do that), but it's actually pretty damn good. I'm surprised that I have such a keen grasp of God's grand plan and Milton's literary representation of it. My true Christian pious self is trapped in an Inquistion-era Iron Maiden. It just needs to break free somehow.
Anyway, I drove back to Arcadia, picked up my shit, and from that point on, I don't remember driving back. It's scary. I wasn't under the influence or anything, but I somehow woke up in my bed in my pajama pants and a t-shirt worn backwards.
Missed the first half of class today, and gave a pretty scathing review of my professor in my teacher eval. This marks the official start of my week.
What I have left to do:
- five integral books in Paradise Lost to re-read and re-analyze
- three chapters in linguistics
- four chapters in geography
- two papers to write
And after all's been said and done, one liver to destroy.
Wish me luck.
Got back to my apartment at about 1:30, and noticed a fun little thing, which was that I left my backpack with three textbooks and a homework assignment back at the rest home. Lately, my reactions to things that would normally cause me to grab the nearest living thing and kill it have been somewhat diluted. I simply cracked a half-smile, peed in the corner of the garage, and headed upstairs to pound out my paper. I started my paper at around 2:15, finished at 4, and not to toot my own horn or anything (realistically, I'd have to remove my lower rib-bones like Marilyn Manson didn't in order to really do that), but it's actually pretty damn good. I'm surprised that I have such a keen grasp of God's grand plan and Milton's literary representation of it. My true Christian pious self is trapped in an Inquistion-era Iron Maiden. It just needs to break free somehow.
Anyway, I drove back to Arcadia, picked up my shit, and from that point on, I don't remember driving back. It's scary. I wasn't under the influence or anything, but I somehow woke up in my bed in my pajama pants and a t-shirt worn backwards.
Missed the first half of class today, and gave a pretty scathing review of my professor in my teacher eval. This marks the official start of my week.
What I have left to do:
- five integral books in Paradise Lost to re-read and re-analyze
- three chapters in linguistics
- four chapters in geography
- two papers to write
And after all's been said and done, one liver to destroy.
Wish me luck.
posted by 99thdream at 4:09 PM
1 Comments:
Yep, seems most everyone has been leaving xanga. Well, most everyone worth reading anyway.
Seeing as how I can't add you to a Friend's list or anything since I refuse to use the google-funded blogger, I suppose I'll click on the little "fortysix_2" link in my xanga friends list and remember to see what you've been writing.
good luck with that whole classwork thing.
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