i hate shakespeare. i hate reading him, i hate writing about him, and i hate lugging his stupid huge collected works across campus every tuesday and thursday, no matter how nicely defined my left bicep has become since the beginning of the semester. something hurts a lot in my shoulder, and i'm pretty sure it's that book's fault. it is so big i have named it bill.
and i really hate that it's 8:00 and i have a huge-ass 10-page research paper due at 11:30 romorrow morning and i'm only on page 2. and it's my own damn fault of course; i had a month to work on it. a MONTH. and yet here i am, at the last possible minute, snorting ginseng powder (kids, do NOT try this at home), gorging on caffeine, and typing away like my life depends on it. because, well, my shakespeare grade depends on it. and my GPA depends on that. and yeah, at this point my life pretty much depends on my GPA.
oh and did i mention that i might not be going back next semester? because i don't have $3000. but the school seems to think i do. (any independently wealthy readers may want to contact me NOW. i have a paypal account...) so what remains is the small hope of going to the local credit union and digging myself further in debt, assuming that they'd be crazy enough to give any money to someone who is already so far in the hole. but i'm so worth investing in! i'm going to be something amazing once i get past this stage of my life...
oh, and yesterday morning i stepped on a piece of glass and sliced me toe. a lot. bled all over the place, and now it hurts like a mother--shut yo mouth! so yeah, my life just keeps getting more and more fun.
in other news, i am going to get very. very. very. drunk this weekend.
bpg
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