Damn it all to hell! I have to do this formalist paper on a poem of my choosing. I'm not the biggest fan of poetry, and I loathe the formalist approach, or, any approach. It sucks all the life out of taking joy in writing, i'm glad that i don't have too many of these classes I have to take.
I'm still alive, barely. I'm incredibly broke, things are sucking a whole lot right now, but Halo 2 gets me pretty hard. The campaign made me cry at the end, but not in a good way. I am the halo king.