holy. fruitcake. christ.

finally. i swear to baby, teenaged or adult jesus that this has been the longest semester on record. it feels like it's been an eternity! a fucking age! i think it was a combination of the duress i found myself in and the grin and bear it attitude i adopted midway through since i despised my classes. i'm sure i may fail one of them, or at least obtain that ominous 'd' grade. i fucked up this semester-- and i had a good thing going too. oh well, next semester is filled with happiness and that HOLOCAUST CLASS! so excited for that. if i drop everything, i want that one to stay. i'm going to take 6 classes! that's intense!
and not only intense, but it's furthering my degree, one small 3 credit at a time. i fucking miss high school with its 5 credit courses. this 3 credit bullshit is expensive and time consuming. really fucking time consuming.

i want to skip for joy! and the exam's not until 4:30, clearly i have some time to fret over this some more. i didn't read a major book in the course; i mean, i read a couple reviews and coles notes about it, but i didn't actually crack the spine once. just like my children lit class, there was a book i just could not even try to read. this was one of them. it's all about the haitian slave rebellion of the late 18th century. like, holy fuck, boring.
for fuck sakes, no one cares about haiti. well, except for my friend morgan, but that's because she's a nurse and a good person. myself on the other hand... well... i'd like a trip to a third world country as much as i'd like to suck on a bleach-cicle. or clean hair clogs out of drains with tweezers. blech.

or go shopping with my grandmother/mother/father. that trio will be... um... interesting. i think one of them may not return from this excursion and i fear it may be the only sane one.
who am i kidding, they're all insane.

anyways, i have more studying to attempt. not like i'm going to comprehend much more in the next 3 hours but... i'm going to do my damndest. 

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holy. fruitcake. christ.

finally. i swear to baby, teenaged or adult jesus that this has been the longest semester on record. it feels like it's been an eternity! a fucking age! i think it was a combination of the duress i found myself in and the grin and bear it attitude i adopted midway through since i despised my classes. i'm sure i may fail one of them, or at least obtain that ominous 'd' grade. i fucked up this semester-- and i had a good thing going too. oh well, next semester is filled with happiness and that HOLOCAUST CLASS! so excited for that. if i drop everything, i want that one to stay. i'm going to take 6 classes! that's intense!
and not only intense, but it's furthering my degree, one small 3 credit at a time. i fucking miss high school with its 5 credit courses. this 3 credit bullshit is expensive and time consuming. really fucking time consuming.

i want to skip for joy! and the exam's not until 4:30, clearly i have some time to fret over this some more. i didn't read a major book in the course; i mean, i read a couple reviews and coles notes about it, but i didn't actually crack the spine once. just like my children lit class, there was a book i just could not even try to read. this was one of them. it's all about the haitian slave rebellion of the late 18th century. like, holy fuck, boring.
for fuck sakes, no one cares about haiti. well, except for my friend morgan, but that's because she's a nurse and a good person. myself on the other hand... well... i'd like a trip to a third world country as much as i'd like to suck on a bleach-cicle. or clean hair clogs out of drains with tweezers. blech.

or go shopping with my grandmother/mother/father. that trio will be... um... interesting. i think one of them may not return from this excursion and i fear it may be the only sane one.
who am i kidding, they're all insane.

anyways, i have more studying to attempt. not like i'm going to comprehend much more in the next 3 hours but... i'm going to do my damndest.