elegantwaste's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i can do whatever i want It's 7:18pm. By 4:30 tomorrow I will have to hand in a 20 page paper, pristine in its presentation, perfect in quality. To do this, I must write it. And this, my friends, is where the problem lies. One week. oneweekoneweekoneweekwonweakoneweakoneweak and I will be DONE. For three days. When I start over with new classes. But the excitement still stands. And because I'm so close, I am completely unwilling to complete this paper. It is in a sorry state at the moment. My argument sucks. I know he'll hate it. but I don't care. because I'm doing well in the rest of the course and ONE WEEK! I will triumph. - My girlfriend moves in tomorrow. I think I'm settling down. Or something. Wow. - And, I think I've given up on acadamia. I will finish next year, and get my MA, and I'll do it damn fucking well, too. After that I might... get a job? I'm applying to law school, and if I get accepted, maybe I'll go. Or maybe not. I don't have a clue. Yay! Cause, I've realized something. I can do whatever I want. Yay again. - And back to the paper. Because I have to. 7:18 p.m. - 2004-04-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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