im too tired to be even thinking coherently. the minutes are slowly ticking away and i only have 4 more hours to start and finish my goddamn machiavelli paper. which is absolutely useless since most of it will be the wonderfully creative bullshit that i will make up right before i go to bed.
how productive of me.
after having a four day weekend, i really do not understand why the hell i am already in the need for another vacation. wasnt i supposed to relax? isnt that what prolonged weekends are about?
i guess i stress too much. i blame it on the idiotic underclassmen. may they all get a stomach ache...
im evil , sue me.