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December 3

Oooooooooh, I hate School
Yes I do
I hate school
Yup, it's true

If school was a color
It would be blue
School is mean to me
And school is bad for you.

Well... that's all. Yeah. It's 10 o'clock. I'm writing a paper. What was I doing yesterday? Writing a paper. The day before writing a paper. Want to hear something funny? ITS STILL THE SAME GOD DAMN COCKSUCKER OF A PAPER!

15 to 20 pages. I'm on page 9. I'm slowly... losing... my...mind. And going blind. And a dime. With a lime Oy... stop stop stop.

*Deeeeeeeeeeeeep breath*

and

*eeeeeeeeeeeeeexhale*

Alrighty. As I see it, there are two possible outcomes to this week. One ends happily with a 15 page paper.... and myself, unshowered, in ragged clothes, walking with a limp and a slight lump in my back, arising from somewhere from the depths of my dorm shouting "AHAHAHAHA! I have done it!"

The other involves two tommyguns, a pile of coke, and last words before being taken down by the cops: "Say hello to my little friends!" And then me... front page news...

Maybe not. Just 6 more pages....

Weeeeeelllllll. Ok.

I'm in a computer lab, and it looks like everyone has gotten their procrastination on, so I will to.

OTHER than this paper, I've been looking at jobs today. I had an offer to live with my buddies J & E (Radio DJ names: Scratch & Sniff), and it looks like I'm gonna take it. I just love those kids.

DJ Sniff and I amuse the hell out of each other. We took turns today playing a video game (I would play, and he would drink, or he would play and I would drink). Its just so funny to watch someone yell at a television "NO! DIE MONSTER DIE! I KEEEL YOU!" as the person jumps up and down and gestures madly at the TV. Good times.

December 6

Paper, Day 12:I can't decide whether it is incredibly impressive or phenomenally dreary that I just found a book which seems to draw the exact same conclusions about T.S. Eliot's poetry which I just drew out in my essay. I read the opening to this guy's critical essay on the Waste Land and he seems to pull out the exact same points (once using the exact same quote) that I pulled from the work. Damn him.

On the bright side, this means I'm writing a decent essay. If this guy could write this and get published, then I can at least write this essay and get a good grade. Right? Right.

Well... we'll see

December 12

So classes ended on Tuesday. Exams start next week. You're wondering... how much studying has this lovely lady been doing since then? Well, I'll tell you...

None.

Why? Because I'd much rather work on this old story of mine. It's over 150 pages now. It seems to be about... many things--about the government and criminals both chasing a group of ordinary kids who just want their friends back, about the special bond between you and your kidnapper, about two people in love with the same person, about trying to play two sides at the same time, about being the adult in the family at age 5, about switching sides to recitify a past mistake, and of course, this story is also about a talking cat named Sammy.

I quite like it. Too bad it is not academic at all, and detracts from my exams, instead of helping them. Oh well.

December 15

One down.

Three to go.