Crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic…

     I have yet to complete the Iliad.  One book left, but BLEH my brain doesn’t want to play anymore.  I’m so sick of being unbalanced.  Forget this 3 class to one nonsense…I just can’t do it!  And those crazies who take four to none…I shiver to think.

     I skipped today, that’s right SKIPPED trying to finish this, and I would be fine if I had any idea what to write this paper on.  Two pages should be no big deal but i have no FRAKKIN CLUE what to write it about.  I swear the stress is suddenly enough to cry. 

    Did you know I have to read the rest of Cat’s Cradle- by the way I strongly reccomend this book.  Vonnegut is fabulous.  That’s like 100 pages.  Then I have to study for fucking Latin.  Then I have to do more shit.  Grrrrrrrrr.

     Something’s wrong with my study habbits.  Must be.  Otherwise I wouldn’t feel so stressed as I am.  And the weekends…don’t even get me started.  I can’t even begin to catch up until sunday…and by then it’s not worth the trouble.  Geez this is so stupid!

     Okay I’m done venting.  Now I’m going to read book 24 of the Iliad.  Bullshit a paper in a class I’m probably already failing, and see where to go from there.  Geez, it’s only two damn pages.  Somebody shoot me…I need to go for a walk…