I am tired of that last entry being on top.

I have a paper due at 2pm tomorrow for this bane-of-my-existence class and The Semester That Wouldn't End will be over.

I have to start this damn paper. It's on four books. I have read the entirety of one. Damn me.

Instead of focusing, I made a FOCUS!!! playlist on itunes. It has clearly done nothing.

I've been thinking in third-person again. That means self-discovery. Shit.

I had a horrible realization yesterday. I don't have time to delve. Tomorrow at 2pm I'll have time. We'll see what happens then.

...She said as she wrote in her online journal instead of that as-yet empty Word document.

There was a fire in our apartment building yesterday. Nothing got done then. Some dumb ass bitch ruined a lot of lives. Not ours, but still nothing got done. I went to the houka bar while we waited for the electricity to come on.

Went to the library, focused on Rosanna and her friends studying.

Came home, played with the cat. Took a nap. Talked to Katie.

To my defense, it's much harder to focus on something you hate with a fiery burning passion than on something for which you actually chose your major.

But really, I just suck at studying.

I CAN'T FIND MY EFFING TOOTHBRUSH. What the hell.

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