Mondays

I think this song is fitting for right now. It's already the worst day I've had in a long long time, with the exception of the sickness last week.

I did finish my book report and handed it in on time. It's the worst paper I've ever written, and I've had some real doosies. Oh well, I turned it in, it met the requirements, so I have to pass it. He can't grade on writing ability - one of the things you gotta love about DePaul.

Now I have two hours to write my foucault paper, which I've already outlined so it should be pretty quick, shower, shave, dress, and get back to school in time for class at 1:10, get to my meeting at 3, and class at five.

*rushed sigh*

You know what really sucks?

Is when you have the best of the best introduction to a paper, but you don't have anything witty, or, at all, to follow it up with?

I'm brilliant.

Yeah, that's right, I said it. I just finished my Foucault paper - in a little over an hour, thank you very much. And, aside from the conclusion, which I think is a little dumpy, it's actually a fairly descent paper. I'm posting it here mostly for me, but feel free to read it (it's a little over 3 pages long, double paced). It's about the repression of sexuality, and the ramifications of it.

( Those Dirty Victorians, by B.Hendrix )

I'm graduating!!!

Just had my final graduation meeting with the college office, to finish my graduation application and fill out my degree conferral paperwork.

Everything was perfect.

In 129 days, I'll be a DePaul Graduate. More importantly, I'll BE FINISHED WITH COLLEGE!!!