So here I am with my thesis draft. Red ink in comma form peppers my draft. I read on Cnn.com that red ink is bad for my self esteem or some such crap. Would I feel better if Pancho had used a purple pen? I don't think so ( Read more... )

But can Mayhew live with all that?

And because it is all so true?

Me + Eric = married.

for a phone interview for a job is worse than I remember waiting for a boy to call.

but I really want to go to sleep without brushing my teeth tonight...what the fuck is wrong with me? This is sick! SICK!

now I go brush...i'll try to enjoy it.

thesis is going. I think it might be ok...but I have to keep on working. draft is due by noon monday. I would like to turn it in sooner...so maybe I can write my creative writing assignment. ha ha ha! wait, life isn't funny.

need some chili cheese fries.

all I want to do is put a marshmallow representation of Martin Van Buren up my nose.

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Because I am losing. Thesis is a worthless, no meaningless piece of crap fit only for the cats to relieve themselves on. Everything is garbled and I feel like I'm only really now being to understand the intertextuality of the different subjects of my chapters. It is all coming together in my mind, but I am highly doubting that I can form ( Read more... )

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