am i brilliant or what?

well congratulations to me. i just took my midterm. the one that i didnt know what we were going to be tested on. it was kind of a weird test. it was nine long answer question, we could choose eight. seven of them i filled in with no problem, and the other two....well the other two i dont even remember him talking about them in class. oh well. it was a little bit silly, i dont think ive ever had a midterm with so little material on it, but hey as long as a get a passing grade im not too worried. so as i am sitting there, breathing a huge sigh of relief, a sudden horrible though occurs to me. i have an eight page paper to write. its due on tuesday. i havent started yet. as a matter of fact, i have no idea what so ever how i am supposed to write the paper. how is a paper analyzing a poem supposed to look exactly? and it still has to be in formal essay form. how the heck am i going to do this? and then the lightbulb clicked and a brilliant idea occurred to me. how about i hand in a piece of paper the day its due that says on it in big word "IM SCREWED!". think she'll at least give me a passing grade? well anyway, on the bright side of things (or more of less dark side anyway) jenny took me shopping today and i got a foamy thing for my mattress so its more comfortable (i live the high life dont i?) and she took me to a thrift shop and i got two of the coolest skirts on the planet, and a really awesome purse. so that makes me feel better. so now that im in a good mood, i have to start writing my paper, before i get in a bad mood and i dont want to do it anymore. did mention im doing it on the song "vincent" by don mclean? yeah the one about van gogh. its a neat song. starry starry night......

in the middle of the night/ i was walking in my sleep...

did anyone ever notice that people get the most philosophical at night? does that seem at all to anyone? day two continues in the madness of the roommates. i have hard time handling people who cling, and push themselves onto other people. very hard time understanding them. i have a midterm tomorrow. think that if i plead insanity ill get an excusal? well maybe not. i could say that im engaged, that might work. i should try it. i had a teacher once who said anybody who gets engaged during his semester, they dont have to take the midterm or the final. hes awesome. apparently his teacher in college did the same thing, and my teacher really got engaged. funny huh? well you know i really did have something to write but im kinda tired so it escapes me at the moment. may fortune favor the foolish.

PMR

what? you've never heard of PMR? well then let me be the first to enlighten you. it stands for Punch My Roommates (no, it doesnt stand for pre menstrual rehabilitation, although that may be what i need). when you live in a dorm you have no privacy. when you try to do something on your computer, you cant because there is someone breathing down your neck trying to see what you are doing. when you leave the apartment, they ask you where you are going. when you come back they ask you how it was. they want to know everything about you, all the time, every teensy tiny little detail. how exactly, am i supposed to watch a movie, or get a work done, if a someone is walking in every five seconds and saying "what are you watching?", "hows your work going?", "where are you up to in the movie now?". now admittedly i have weird studying habits, i tend to do work for about fifteen minutes, and then watch a movie for fifteen minutes, switch back and forth, so i can understand why someone might not be sure whether or not i was doing work or not. TOO MANY QUESTIONS, TOO MANY QUESTIONS, TOO MANY QUESTIONS. i will now go and strange one of my apartment mates. you know, baruch hashem, for the second year at TI i have an amazing roommate (after a little bit of rearranging of course). we get a long, we have similar personalities. so all is good there. i just cant stand the clingers, the askers, and the people who freakin' breathe in your ear!! did i mention that im kind of in a bad mood? oh. well consider it mentioned. i would like to add, as my statement if the...well decade i guess. I WANT TO GET MARRIED! thank you all for coming, see you same time next month. *tips her hat in farewell*

Hail the Conquering Weirdo (I mean Hero)...

hail the conquering hero! LALALALALALALALA. YES!!!!!!!!! i have finished my shakespeare paper. well i still have to proofread and edit and make sure it sounds normal and all that. but i FINALLY finished. it only took two weeks, many many movies, many midnight snacks, and a whole lot of deleted files. but its done! hire a band! rent a keg of beer (yes rent, my brother says that beer is recyclable) send out invitations, im making a PARTY! no? ok well, how about like a mini party? just to 7-11? slurpies? chocolate? something?well i guess i better get ready for the next paper. short lived ecstatsy. college life is terrible. did you know that i have a midterm for my morals in education class this week, but ill be fuzzed if i know what the heck he plans on testing us on. i haven't a ding dang clue. oh well. DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD, DING DONG WE ATE HER HEAD (wait a minute those aren't the lyrics. give me that paper. no give it to me, give it, give, give, give! *bonk bonk* ow! hey! you get back here right now, when i get a hold of you im gonna whip your stinky little....what? we're still being recorded? he he. well. ahem. its been very nice to meet you all. ahem. come again soon. yes yes. nice to meet you too. ill be looking forward to out next meet. so long chaps. *slam* im gonna whip you so hard you better beware....)

How Was Your Day, Honey?

hopefully one day, this is what my actual book will look like. like, normal book size, with an actual binding and all that yummy stuff. ive decided to take a brake from Between Dreams, the fantasy book i was writing, and focus on the real-life fiction i'm writing instead. i have more written of this one, tentatively renamed "The River Flows Upstream". its going really well, fifteen pages in about a week, which is pretty cool if i do say so myself.
i still have not finished shakespeare, most unfortunately. everytime i read it i try to get information, but i still end up with the same four sentences. lear was a loony. hamlet was depressed. they both needed therapists, the both died. for some reason i have a feeling that wont impress my teacher so much. i have the trial day for my job tomorrow, and im kinda nervous which is silly, because ive been baby sitting for years and i love kids, and i worked in a preschool for like a year. but still a job trial is a job trial. and at this point i need all the money i can get. alms for the poor, alms for the poor. i could go sell caps like that dude...i cant think of his name. the one with all the caps. caps for sale, caps for sale, fifty cense a cap. think if i walk down touhy avenue doing that ill make some money?
well i must go bravely onward once again, into the wonderful world of crazy people. also known as shakespeare. but while im at it ill write my book. maybe ill be inspired by the few normal people here and there. my parting advice for everyone is "Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup." remember this and you will be safe. adios amigos.