Grills should be complicated

to assemble, but thanks to the 10$ Wal mart grill, I no longer have faith in humanity.

I really don't.

Nor do I have faith in my ability to write a good, seminar paper. For some reason, I've always explicated text which is not the only critical theory to use (nor the best). I have to re-learn how to write an essay and try not to suck while I'm doing it.

Sometimes it's very difficult to come up with entries that don't have to do with the WSU English Department. I don't really have a life outside of grad school. Damn, what a sad way to spend your early twenties. By the time I get out of here I will be...twenty-fucking-six. Then what? I don't think there will ever be a time when I am absolutely certain of what I am doing.

I'm okay with that.

If anyone can convince me that they have a plan for the rest of their life? I'll be so impressed (and a little bit disturbed).

Well, this was a truly dull entry. My apologies.