6 more weeks to go before the end of the school year, and I really need to start stepping it up. Every time I try to, I still just get distracted. Ahhhhh, welll.

Life is alright, besides the commonplace tiredness and homeworkness. I don't even care about love right now, seeing as how it isn't coming anytime soon. But that's okay, less distraction from succeeding in college.

Anyway, I'm writing this to procrastinate writing something. hahaha

The Good: It's almost Spring Break, which means relaxation, hanging out with friends, and maybe doing some of this Psych project I have (which I guess isn't all that great). Oh, and maybe some job searching. Tennis anyone?

The Bad: I'm up at this time still trying to finish this dang paper. Hardest paper I've had to write, EVER. (bad grammar)

The Unfair: It is really annoying when life throws you an opportunity, then a huge curveball opportunity. They both have pros and cons, and look equally good on paper. But when it comes down to it, you won't accomplish either of them and you are back at square one. At least that's what my experience seems to be.

Back to writing!!!

AHHHHHHH I have my first Rhetoric paper due by Wednesday at 10 AM and I haven't started yet, and I have no idea at ALL what I am going to write. Usually, I have something planned out in my head when I write papers, but this one should be quite interesting, to say the least. I have basically already accepted the fact that I am not going to sleep Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. Because of course I have a Physics exam scheduled for Tuesday evening. Only my luck would have two crucial things due in such a small period of time.

Valentine's Day is coming up, and wondering if I should do anything. Should I? They have this "Send a Crush to Your Crush" thing in my dorm, so I could do that. But, the last time i tried that, the girl didn't talk to me for awhile hahaha. All girls are different, though. I guess I best sit this one out, although I'll feel bad if I get one. Oh well, I guess I'm just shy like that.

I should probably go to bed soon, so I can be half-rested for the long haul.

So my friend Julie and I were bored so we decided to play a game of creating a story with only saying three words back and forth. I will be in uppercase letters and Julie will be lowercase.

Once upon a STORMY AND SUNSHINEFUL eve, a man WAS IN HIS boxers, staring at HIS COMPUTER THAT was full of PIXELIZED PICTURES OF Miley Cyrus with WHIPPED CREAM ON her uvula. The SIGHT OF HER made him almost WANT HIS TONSILS to be sucked UNTIL THEY WERE swollen and soggy WITH YELLOW PUS. He turned away WHEN THE LIGHTS turned on and HE SAW HIS dog on its STUFFED HUMPING LEG and he laughed AND HURLED ON the unsuspecting boy THAT HE KIDNAPPED unsuspectingly. The boy SCREAMED, "WHAT THE hell are you DOING, RALPHING ON my new kicks?!" THE MAN CHUCKLED almost as if HE WAS EXPERIENCING a savage, painful BUT ALSO SLIGHTLY soothing heart attack. BUT ALAS, HE just had wishful THOUGHTS ABOUT MOLESTING his dog with THE STUFFED HUMPING leg and boy FONDLING THE MAN'S giant uvula filled WITH BLOOD. GREEN liquid oozed from THE BASEMENT'S CEILING almost like a TELETUBBY SKIPPING THROUGH a bright meadow WHILE THE SUN was hidden behind A BABY'S FACE. This was a RARE AND OVERCOOKED episode of goosebumps. R KELLY RAN through a school LOOKING FOR THE cutest little girl TO BRING TO his dungeon. He LIVES WITH THE ugliest, old bat AKA THE MAN. The man with THE BOY AND the humping dog, JUST TO CLARIFY. Anywho, Jolly Green GIANT MET R Kelly who also WAS JOLLY AND smelly like a PIECE OF ASPARAGUS that was peed BY THE JOLLY little kidnapped boy. THE DOG GOT pushed out of R KELLY'S WOMB. Other children were COMPLAINING OF THE uncontrollable vomiting by THE MAN IN red or the STENCH OF AFTERBIRTH. The dog started TO LICK IT and actually ate THE DISGUSTING MOUND of green pus. THE MAN THEN started roughly messing WITH HIS LONG nappy and uncontrolled GHETTO SNAKE WITH four legs and AN APPLE HEAD.

Then Julie went to bed because she is lame. Oh well, it was pretty freaking funny haha

The new year has started and I'm ready for some major changes!

Not really. At least not for the reason that it is the new year. I'm not much of a resolutions guy.

But, with how last semester was, I want to change some things. I need to adapt new study habits, or rather, adapt study habits. The only studying I did was finals cramming and it showed. I really hope I can get enough motivation to study consistently through this upcoming semester. I really do want to do well, especially in the two Psych classes I'm taking.

I really hope everything else will go okay too, but I'm not going to get into that right now.

Something just popped into my head that I think about sometimes. What if this life we are living in is all just a dream? It's really hard to think about, but it is really freaky. I mean, if this is a dream, it all makes sense. If this image of myself is anything like this hypothetical other me, then it makes sense that I would dream about things like me always ending up as the underdog and living in a corrupt world. Buuut, that's all just crazy talk, right? I won't worry about it. Haha, I was just having a lucid dream right there.

Wow, that wasn't random at all.

'Ello there. I was bored sitting here waiting to go back to my dorm. Want to come on a magical adventure? OF COURSE YOU DO!

It never ceases to amaze me how she can anger me. I have to say, this is the first time jealousy has really ever settled in on me. I just don't understand.

I hate to be an un-joyer but, I hate when songs (that can only be heard so much before you are sick of them) are sung over and over and over (and so on) in an annoying voice. Particularly Sleigh Ride. I can only stand that song to a certain extent. Annnnd my household is no longer tolerable.

On a happier note, the new "she" is awesome. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't gotten into the U of I. I probably would still be a pretty depressed person. I'm glad I've met her, but I have to say, after this week-long break, deprivation is really setting in.

Alright. I should go get stuff ready to go back now. And maybe start the 8-10 page paper that's due in 10 days that i have neglected to even think about this break.

FUCK!
You don't care, do you?
Everything you shun,
With your words from a gun,
Shoot me down in hopes that I run -
But I don't.
At least I didn't.
But you've fucking changed,
You act all strange,
I was your friend, but now I'm deranged?
You hate at close range
And let me arrange,
You leave me - shortchanged.
I don't understand
Is it your gland?
You hang out with the grand band
And give me a brand,
Making me feel bland -
I might as well be in Greenland.
Where'd you go?
You're no more mellow.
You've lost your glow
Like yellow snow,
But don't laugh, bro,
Because I'm seriously, yo -
You would have chuckled at my
Attempt to be ghetto.
Not anymore.
You piss me off,
Living in your loft,
Continuing to scoff
And cough
While pushing me into a trough.
I'm done...
But, I'm not.
I could have someone new,
But she's nothing like you.
Fuck, I love you, boo.
So get rid of that who.
You were one of my best,
But now you're just like the rest.
You are a fucking pest,
And I hope you get messed,
And with his drunken beer breath
You let him touch your breast.
And for now, you'll just be a guest
In my nest.
But I digress
And jest,
With this silly quest,
That one day we'll get dressed -
Together.

So at Coffeehouse tonight (basically like an open mic night in my dorm) Idris Goodwin was hosting, which was pretty cool. But, that's beside the point. I got really inspired by all of the spoken word, and decided to write something down. Plus, I needed this off my chest to continue my rejuvenation. Yep.