Movie time

Writing is going well, so there's that. Also... I'm in a movie mood. Watching The Big Lebowski right now, just finished Fargo. It's a Coen Brothers kinda night.

See y'all Friday...

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I was going to write y'all a real nice entry about my feelings on feminism, but I'm not feeling it today.

Last night, I had one too many and I'm paying for it today. And I slept bad. And a paper I had turned in got a grade of C. I realized as I ordered my cap and gown that graduation is slowly becoming a reality and I became scared of the real world. I still have to finish reading Lolita because I have a desire to torture myself. I feel that this is the last year I'm gonna give a s*** about video games. I burned myself out of sushi and Talking Heads (which is alarmingly odd. The latter I blame from listening to one too many live shows, as I had warned myself about before). I'm hungry and nothing I have here sounds good.

Okay, that last one is just silly.

Overall, I'm feeling sad and anxious. I need to laugh and have some mac 'n cheese.

I originally didn't want to post this, but felt that it was necessary. After all, we all have days like this where everything seems to be going wrong.

So if you're feeling a bit like how I do right now, join me for a round of mac 'n cheese and some funny videos.

Whatdaya say?

Just an advance warning...

Because I have a rising stack of books to read and school to prepare for, my online presence won't be as frequent. In fact, ya may want to start expecting this kinda trend.

Look at me, talking like people actually read this blog on a daily basis. XD

I've been using the 'Net as an easy escape too often. The symptoms of boredom.

I also haven't been writing. I'm not sure what to do next. Maybe the story about the woman who falls for the Piscean guys...

Well, signing off, for now...

Gah...

Or, The Monosyllabic Titles Continue.

I'm reading American Psycho right now. My vision is blurry. Dunno if it's the print, the lighting...
Anyway, I'm after the "Genesis" chapter, where at one point, the narrator mixes up Tony Banks and Mike Rutherford's names. That was kinda funny.

My vision's clearing, but damn. That's annoying.

Eh, I must be still tired. Sorry for the dispassionate entry, y'all.

I'll note about my grades soon.

Edit: Finals grades are...

Non-Fiction- A
Victorian Lit- B
Shakespeare- B
Music Fundamentals- B

Not bad, despite my apathy. That will change next semester.