13 hours and 56 minutes and counting

That is how long I have to last until it's time to PARTAYYYYYYYY, Spring Break style. Woo. I decided that sleep was useless seeing as I have class in less than 4 hours.

I have a paper due at noon and a midterm at 1:30. This week has been pretty nice to me, so I am not too worried. I aced my last English paper, which I thought I did horribly, shows how reliable a writer is of their own work. I am confident in the paper I just wrote (and posted on my literary blog), so that probably means it's a piece of shit. Oh well, thus is the life of me.

I remember last semester I wrote this in class essay and I thought, "Wow, I feel good about that" and my teacher wrote something along the lines of, "I'm confused by your point, re-write for credit." I got a B+ on my re-write.

Man, I loathe Thursdays. But I love John Frusciante, those thoughts aren't connected at all. Well in a way they are, my iTunes loves me and just put on his song "Going Inside," it's gorgeous. Download it, love it, worship it.

Sometimes it sickens me that great people, such as John Frusciante, aren't as remembered as Anthony Keidis. Don't get me wrong, I love Anthony as well, a whole lot too. It's just there is so much raw and unbridled talent within John, it's gorgeous. His work is remarkable.

And then there are times when I think that it's because John isn't as well known, or as remembered as Anthony that he's able to create such great pieces of work.

Then other times I think that all I do is think myself into many a circles, it's the life of a Libra. OK, who's caught on to the fact that I am just typing everything that comes into my head. I wonder if I only have my John Frusciante songs playing because the third John Frusciante song in a row just started, I bet I do. A lot of times I accidentally click on one artist and I sit here listening and jamming out to it before I realize.

OK, I'll save all of your eyes. Bye!

EDIT: If XS reads this, can you please tell me how you did that really cool thing with the links to the right of your blog? I think I am blogger LD, I can never figure out how to do anything with this thing.

OK. I need to find something to keep me awake. This probably sounds really nerdy, but I think I take notes in class because I like to write the date. I don't know why, but that's always my favorite part about taking notes and sometimes I could careless about the notes I took. Rather than the fact that it would be a complete waste of paper.

Unless, of course, I wrote the date all over the paper. I'd be like the crazy version of those crazy girls (heh, what?) from high school that worshiped Boy Band Carbon Copies. They would write Mrs. Mindless Carbon Copy with hearts all over their papers. Maybe high school was a stretch, I'd say middle school.

I think I am the only girl I know that didn't have a Hanson phase, is that weird? They just creeped me out. Actually, all the boy bands creep me out.

And seriously, I think my book is better than this and it doesn't make people's eyes bleed.

Brain? Are you there?

It's official, I think I have lost my brain.
Yesterday I barely did any work, I finished writing and editing a simplistic 500-700 word article, mine was only about 615 words...nothing tremendous.

But, I did work for 11 hours, and I was stuck in my car attempting to get home for another 2 hours and 20 minutes afterwards.
I had the biggest case of cabin fever in a while.
By the time I got off of 66, my head seriously hurt because of how long I was contained.
I phoned (ok, the other nurse phoned in) at 7 a.m., we phoned out at 6 p.m., I got home at 7:50...and by some form of magic, had my article in by 8...I don't know how, well, it's probably because it was poorly edited. But an article turned in on time but poorly edited is better than one turn in late, right?
I don't know, I see turning in articles late as a sign of disrespect and my professor is pretty awesome, so I wouldn't want to do that.
Actually, I have lucked out, both of my journalism professors are really neat.
They are odd, I will admit. When I tell my non-journalism friends about my classes (minus Becca) most of them look at me weird and don't understand why I am so excited about them, so I guess they take getting used to.

It's almost Thanksgiving, it seriously couldn't come any freaking sooner. Everyday my brain gets a little closer to explosion. And everyday I look forward to the day that my brain will explode and I will no longer have to do work.

I took the night off last night, and I didn't write at all...It was boring. I don't know why, I guess writing has become such a part of me that I actually need it to feel balanced. When I decided just to watch some TV and turn in early, it sound like a fun idea. But by the time I went to bed, I had about 5 ideas that I wanted to write about, but I knew I needed sleep.

And now, I must writing about "The Spoils of Poynton," by Henry James. Toodles.