Good Riddance.

Somebody friendlocked her posts today. All I can say is Thank you for saving the rest of us from your boooooooooooooooooooring life and your painfully painful fics. Good god almighty, go take a class or something.

In fact...the next post will have LOTS of....how you say....personal bitching.

I feel weird

Like, I don't know...weird.

I need to write an essay. "Literature has a function." That's it. That's what I'm writing my essay on. I'm sure it has many fucntions. I don't know what they are. The reading assignment only baffled me. I have six hours to write this thing. I'm blowing off my sex and gender class. (hee I said "blowing" and "sex"!) I never blow off classes. It makes me feel odd and irresponsible. I'll get the notes from somebody and on Thursday catch up on my reading.

Mad Brilliant is kicking my ass. I just can't seem to really get going on it. It's so frustrating. I want to scream. It's not quite writer's block--I have a plot. It's just not working for me. I'm going to put it on the backburner for now and come back to it later. There's just something that's not clicking. I wish I could figure it out so I could fix it.

I messed with my LJ a bit. Mainly because it fucked up and erased all my codes for my colors so I had to fix it and figured "Hey, while I'm here..." I think it's pretty.

Finished My HW

It's probably pretty sucktacular and I'm going to fail the class and be a huge failure and I'll just want to die.

Also got a nice rejection letter today. Wee. Nothing's better for a writer who can't seem to write jack-fucking-shit than a rejection letter. I wish I got rejection letters everyday. Now I'm going to read a book for my Creative Writing class that will give me pretty unhelpful advice about how to be a better writer. Wee!

I think LJ is eating my posts...

Or I forgot to hit submit. O rmaybe I just thought I wrote a new post.

Anywho, I finished my sucktacular assignment that's probably the suckiest suck that ever sucked. See, that's why I'm an English major--my extensive fucking vocabulary. I also just got a rejection on a story. Nothing is better for a frustrated writer than a rejection letter. I wish I got one every day. Now I'm going to read a book for my creative writing class full helpful advice that isn't very helpful. Fuck I want to go home.

Jaime is bad at me or something. We had a small argument in the sense that we were both talking calmly and rationally, but I don't think it's a small issue and I don't think we should spend the entire day a part without communicating. I won't see him until like 10:30 tonight. 8 hours from now. By then he's going to either be over it or in Berserker mode.