I have to write a seminar page before I go home for Thanksgiving. I'm skipping two classes (yes, I've been hoarding my absences) so that I can be in Cincinnati for a whole week. The week after I get back, I'll have to turn in 20 pages (for one class), and they'll have to be good! Crap. What kind of evil professor limits his or her students to writing only on Heart of Darkness and Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner? How the hell am I supposed to be even remotely original when writing about something so ingrained in our collective psyche that it has become cliche? That's right I said it, wench. TRITE!
That didn't make me feel any better. I still have to write that paper and a few other smaller papers too. Sheesh. I'm going to have a heart attack. To think I want to graduate early with all the other second years. I'll have to do this again and again...
Not to change to subject, but I have a confession. I'm terrible at keeping secrets--even my own. (Don't ever tell me anything you don't want Jay or my mother to know....or anyone else who asks, and definitely don't get angry when I do tell someone else because you have been warned. I'm trying to work on this terrible quality too. I'm not proud of it) Ok, insignificant blab time. I've been watching Vampire Diaries. I'm so ashamed. It's not even that good. I end up fast forwarding through all the lame drama stuff (You know Tyler, Caroline-the people no one cares about). So I'm not really watching the show to completion. Hell, I've already skipped five or six episodes. The only redeeming quality is Damon (gawd, I feel 12!). I'm trying to deconstruct my own thought. Why watch a show I don't even like? Procrastination? Maybe. Boredom? There are better ways to entertain myself. Obsession with the supernatural? Too ridiculous.
Someone parse my own brain for me.
I have to stop thinking for a while.
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