Wed. May 13, 2009 10:30 am
In Literatura again. I have to remember, LAST TIME!!!! Ahh, waves of relief should be spreading through me, but my body is too damn tired to feel anything. It even hurts to laugh. But this situation is not laughable. Ok, maybe in a few years...
I didn't do anything with my author's information/life in my upcoming presentation. What the fuck do I care? What does anyone else care? It's totally not important to the "theme" that I pulled out of my ass. Seriously. Everyone else basically just did expositions on their author's menial lives. Wow! They know how to copy and paste! Give them a good grade! My fake exposition is about what my imaginary essay is about. "The Mediocrity of Life and Jorge Lara Rivera". Niiice title bitches. Nice and vague. (And completely unsupportable.)
I'm worrying, but at the heart I think I don't really care anymore. I didn't sleep at all last night bc I was too lazy to do this shit in the 2 WEEKS that I had off for the Swine.
FUCK. Another girl begins with a lengthy biography.
Maybe I am worried...
FTS. I'm out!!
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