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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*

Current Music: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays

Where did my fucking weekend go? ARGH!

It's midnight, here, on Sunday/Monday. I have class in 9 hours, and I only have one sentence of the required 3 page paper for that class completed. Luckily, it is only three pages, and no one can write three pages of utter gobshite like I can.

But then, I have to do my paper on Foucault, which is due tomorrow night. And, since I have class and meetings all day tomorrow, I have to finish it tonight. And you know that's not going to be an easy one to write. I haven't even been able to bring myself to look at the paper explanation.

I'm really in the hating school mood again, because my weekend is fucking gone. I didn't even get to really enjoy it, and it's gone. Now, tomorrow, I have classes and meetings from 9am-9pm, then work from 9pm-3am, sometime in between I'm going to have buy shaving cream, because i'm out, come home, change clothes for work, shave, and get back to school. Then tuesday, I have class in the morning, advising right after that, volunteer work from 3-6pm, then I have two study groups to go to until midnight. Then wednesday I have class from 9-2, work from 3-2am at the catering company. Thursday I have class in the morning, volunteer from 3-6, work from 8-3am at the bar. friday i have a midterm at 9, class at 10:40, another midterm at 2, and I work from 5-2am.

Meanwhile I just want to sit here and bawl.

Wrote this last night, sitting at the bar, when inspiration struck.

People stop, pausing their evening walks, to peer through the rain-slick window panes. Umbrellas and rain bonnets, black as night and drenched as the pavement, glitter like prisms in the street light. Through the lazy blue-grey haze of cigarette smoke, emerald eyes peer out from under an old fashioned fedora across the piano. Slight stuble gracing a square jaw, narrow nose, and eyebrows as sharp as steel. He is smiling at me, grinning through the jazz that fills the room. But this scene is a thousand miles away. This night, like any other, shall fade into last night and tomorrow’s.

Current Music: Michael Buble, feat. Nelly Furtado - Quandro Quandro

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I was wide awake at 9:30 this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. You know what's worse than being woken up early on a day off? Waking up early for no reason on your day off. And it's not like I went to bed early last night, so I'm running on less sleep this weekend than I did all week last week. I've really had enough now. What's funny is that this week, when I can't sleep in - that's when my body will decide that I should stay in bed all day. Stupid body. *kicks it*

Had a few more wierd-ass dreams last night. I think I might be losing my mind. Not sure though, I'll keep you posted.

Right now I'm trying to finish this stupid book for History so I can do my book report on it. It's the most rediculous thing in the world. It's called Indian Givers, by Jack Weatherford. If you want a laugh, or something to put you to sleep, try this book. He argues that the potato single-handedly led to trippling the world's population from 1750-1950, that the fur trade single-handedly started the capitolist revolution, and that a corn seed revolutionized world agriculture. I can see how all of these things influenced such changes. But there's never one single cause for anything. This man is on crack. Indian crack, even, because everyone knows indians make the best everything and therefore their crack must also be the best. Pissant.

I guess I'm a little cranky today. Nevermind me, move along, move along.

What a boo-boo.

I've been in a perfectly lovely mood, all day. And then I sat down and read Annie Proulx's Brokeback Mountain. And here I sit, bawling and sobbing all over again. She really deserves a Pullitzer for that piece.

And, now that I've seen the movie and read the story, I have to say that it seriously is one of the best book-to-movie renditions I've ever seen. There's only one major change, which is about the ending, but other than that, it's amazing. Ang Lee did a terrific job bringing this story to life.

And...

*sobs*

I'd completely forgotten how much I love this album. See what happens when you flip randomly through your CD binder? I found all sorts of goodies that I'd forgotten I had. Old stuff, too. So, my pad's been rockin since I woke up this morning, my only real day off, at TEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING! I just couldn't get back to sleep. My headache returned sometime in the night, and nothing this morning was going to get it to go away. I popped a couple pain pills, and those're keeping it away for the moment.

Let's see. Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom. Today, I cleaned out my closets and did the laundry, reorganized my music, movie, and book shelves. I am done for a while, thank you. I'm taking a couple hours off to actually enjoy not having to do anything - I should get to enjoy at least a little bit of my weekend, right? Right.

And then I have to get to work on my Queer Theory paper, my book report for history, and get some other crapola out of the way for this week.

*sigh* A student's work is never done.

Current Music: Madonna - Little Star

and ew.

and *gag*

That's the *last* time I let so much time go by before cleaning the bathroom again. I guess in some respects, I am and always will be a dirty str8 boi.

double *gag*

I'm posting my paper, because I think a few of you might wish to read it. It's in response to the question: "How did the region you grew up in effect your identity as a sexual person". I didn't really tackle the sexual aspect of it, but that wasn't the big part of the topic. I stretched the truth a teeeeeny bit, because I've never been as butch as I say in here that I was, but I wanted to make a point.

Anyway, here it is.

( Lost in Space. )

I made it through a FULL day of classes - a first for me this quarter. *whoot* I even managed to turn in that redicalus book report, have a nice lunch, pass my sexuality exam (I think?), and discuss the book we read. Then I swung by the shop and picked up my cash tip. I got home, checked the mail, and found a check from my dentist - I overpayed them last time I was in. Got a phone call from Gentry - our paychecks are in, only a week late. Basically, it looks like I'll be able to make Rent this month, afterall.

And, I'm feeling about 75% - have only had to take a pain pill once throughout the day.

All I have left to do is write this LGBTQ paper and email it by 5pm, and my weekend is ON. Plans include going out with Matt because we never get to hang out anymore, writing another book report, writing a paper, doing laundry, and cleaning my nasty filthy bathroom. And possibly going to the Common Rotation concert Sunday with

wilde_moon, if all goes well.

This? Good day. *nods*

Now I'm off to madly rush the rest of this paper - only need another 2-3 pages and I'm good. The topic is: how did the region you grew up in effect your identity as a sexual self? Basically, it's a write-itself kind of paper. I love those.

So...tootles.

Current Music: Wicked - The Wizard and I

One annoying book report to finish: check.

Okay, it's a half a page short, screw it. It's close enough. I can only bitch about something so long before even I get tired of it.

Book reports. As in, summarize this book and tell me what you think of it. Book reports. As in, my name is Badwey and I am this many years old. Book reports. Also - I think it's a little rediculous to be taking attendance at a school where I pay as much as I do. I'm 21 years old. I can now vote, drink, smoke, and die for my special-ed country. But, I have to get a note from my teacher to do so.

*shakes head*

Good news, though. I have made my appointment for graduation for Monday. *whoot* I just hope they don't say "hell no, you can't go." In which case, keep an eye on the news, and you'll see me hanging out the side of the nearest belltower throwing water ballons filled with fertalizer at people. Because, afterall, I don't believe in violence. fuckers

Just finished watching the Lion King. I love that movie. I think it marks one of the last truly great Disney movies. And, it made me feel better.

The pain, it seems, is in temporary remission. I took a scalding hot bath and had some hot tea. That and the three pain pills I took seem to have done the trick for now. So I'm going to get up, do my dishes, hopefully take the trash out and get started on a paper that's due Friday before it comes back.

Here's hoping.

Current Music: Billy Meyers - Kiss The Rain

The good news: The glass-grinding, gut-wrenching, blindness-inducing migraine has now subsided to a small ache just above my ears.

The bad news: My throat is so bad now, that I have no voice, it hurts to swallow water, I can't eat anything, and everytime I cough or sneeze my vision goes bendy because it hurts that much. Also, my lymph nodes are swollen (at least, i think that's what those are - on the throat, where the doctor checks?). I do have a slight fever - just under 100. And I couldn't sleep last night because laying on my back would make my nose all congested and would drain into the sore throat, and I couldn't lay on my side because then my head would start pounding.

Please god, send either death or cure. *prays*

I can't tell whether it's gotten worse or stayed the same. The only thing I know is that it did not get better. I went out and got some meds, but they're wearing off pretty quickly. I can't tell if i have a fever because I have no themometer and no one sells the old cheap ones anymore - they're all the digital ones, and I really can't afford one. As it is, I had to take the money out of my checking account to pay my utility bill so that I could buy the meds.

This sucks in so many ways.

And also, I'm self-pitifying because I'm sick so don't get upset, but being sick really reminds a person how alone they are. I miss my mom, I want a bf, and I can't even talk to friends because I have no voice.

*wimper*

It's worse.

The headache, the stuffyness, and have I mentioned the soar throat (in a someone's stabbing it hot pokers kind of way)?

Right now, it's just a head-area-type-thing, so hopefully it's not the flu, and it will be on its merry way within a day or so.

And also?

Oooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

And now I have to go to class!

I just got email from Dr. Bradshaw saying that the Foucault reading was shortened, which means I read about 60 pages more than we had to.

Dammit.

And also? Bleck.

Not sick, anymore. Nor do I have that headache.

the hangover seems to have chased them away. ugh! what was I thinking!?

Nevermind. The headache from hell is back. This is going on four days, now, and advil isn't helping anymore. Oooouuuuch.

So tonight, after i finished foucault, I went out and got FUCKED UP.

Which I am now.

Bleck.

I absolutely hate looking at the weather forcast and seeing "Abundant Sunshine".

It makes me want to throw a rock at the weather guys.

I finished it!

I finished The History of Sexuality!!!

Now my brain is dead. If anyone steps in something grey, could you point me to it, please?

Hyper Little Thoughts

Mondays

Crimeny!

A drabble

I kick you, internal clock!

sobs Mistake!

You breathe new life into my broken heart...

Oi

Lost in Space

Look at me!

Check

Reason #who knows what, why my school is dumbtarded.

The circle of life...

Update on the illness

Update:

Okay

Dammit

Good News

wheee

One more thing

does back flips

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