QUICK, how could one love college in it’s entirety when they have piles and piles of homework dumped all over their life? You know what? Don’t answer that question in a speedy manner. I’ll wait. 

I’ve got this idea in my head that this week will probably go down in history as one of the busiest school weeks of my entire college career. I’ve got so much stuff due that I haven’t even completely wrapped my brain around it yet. I’m afraid that if I do so, there will be casualties. Many, casualties. To add insult to injury, I can’t seem to find my trusty little planner. It’s like it decided it wasn’t cut out for my bullshit, grew legs, and hauled ass with both it’s middle fingers up. I don’t blame it. If I weren’t so pro-education, I’d be taking the Kanye route and getting the hell out of dodge too. For him, life as a college dropout isn’t too shabby. 

Anyway, I’m tired. The cure for that involves me giving up for the night, saving the changes to this half-assed research paper, and yelling “FUCK I LOOK LIKE, HOE?” in my best Nicki Minaj voice. That should do it. Ah, defiance!