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Fuck this week. Fuck my English class, I hate it. Except I don't, because the professor is amazing and the lectures are fascinating and my TA is a total sweetheart and I love it but god I HATE IT. I hate writing about poetry, I hate analyzing poetry, I hate the formal elements. I just want to read poetry and enjoy it for itself. I hate that this class is required for English majors and there is no prose equivalent for people who HEY NOT GOING TO BE STUDYING OR WRITING POETRY EVER KTHXBYE.
I have to re-write my first paper because apparently I'm a total fuck-up who totally failed at doing what I was supposed to be doing and just completely missed the point of the class because I suck and I HATE IT. Meanwhile I'm revising the other, longer paper for the same class, and I'm just about to turn in the paper for my religions class. I want to cry. On the walk home from my paper conference I was crying while I was on the phone with my mom.
I am so tired and I hate all-nighters so why do I pull so many of them? Aside from the fact that I suck. But I can't go to sleep because I have to do laundry because HEY I SUCK and didn't do it this weekend and now I have no clothes in which to stay up all night writing and rewriting papers and freaking out about my classes.
I AM SORRY THIS IS AN ENORMOUS ANGST-FEST. THIS WEEK JUST IS MADE OF FAIL. LIKE I AM.
(the scary thing is I am still 1000x more sane and on top of things than I was this time last year)
I have to re-write my first paper because apparently I'm a total fuck-up who totally failed at doing what I was supposed to be doing and just completely missed the point of the class because I suck and I HATE IT. Meanwhile I'm revising the other, longer paper for the same class, and I'm just about to turn in the paper for my religions class. I want to cry. On the walk home from my paper conference I was crying while I was on the phone with my mom.
I am so tired and I hate all-nighters so why do I pull so many of them? Aside from the fact that I suck. But I can't go to sleep because I have to do laundry because HEY I SUCK and didn't do it this weekend and now I have no clothes in which to stay up all night writing and rewriting papers and freaking out about my classes.
I AM SORRY THIS IS AN ENORMOUS ANGST-FEST. THIS WEEK JUST IS MADE OF FAIL. LIKE I AM.
(the scary thing is I am still 1000x more sane and on top of things than I was this time last year)