What is it with people and their fascination for things that they don't actually want to see?
"Hey, look! He's naked!"
"WHAT?!" And then you look. "OH GAWD, I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE THAT!" And you are scarred for life. And you're thinking, hours afterwards, as the image comes back to haunt you: That fucking asshole. Only, it takes you this long to realize that he or she is, in fact, an asshole, and you're disappointed in yourself for being so fooled to not realize this until now. So you begin to plot out scenarios in your head that could possibly come about but never actually will about how you are going to PWN he or she into oblivion the next possible chance you get. And hours later, he or she will think the exact same thing you just did: That fucking asshole. And all will be right with the world.
I know that I've been slacking on blog posts for a while, but an actual life has been kicking my butt. I know, it's shocking, right? Me? Have a life?
Crazy alligator shenanigans right there. I'm tellin' you.
Also, in an attempt to not curse as much, I've found that I've taken to substituting animals and corny words for pairs of curses. It's odd, but I feel like it adds to my personality. I don't know how much of that is a good thing, considering that I'm either "silly" or "weird" to most people. Generally, it depends on gender, though. (Not mine, of course.) It would seem that guys tend to deem me as "silly" and girls tend to tell me I'm "weird". Neither bothers me. I'm an odd child, and I know it so.
Anyway, I'm still recovering from the first final of the last semester of my sophomore year. It still kind of saddens me that I'm halfway through college, which means I'm just that much more closer to real life, but whatever. I'm not concerned about that at the moment; at least not primarily, anyway. No, I think I'm more concerned over the fact that it's been five hours since I finished my Shakespeare final and I'm still feeling the effects of the headache that it gave me.
Now, you might be thinking: I know finals suck, but a headache? Dramatic much?
You. Simply. Do not. Understand.
The first half of the semester was on the comedies. Fine. Wonderful. Love the comedies. The second half, and the plays on which we were being tested on were three of the histories. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY RICHARDS, HENRYS, EDWARDS, AND JOHNS THERE ARE IN ENGLISH HISTORY?! DO YOU?!
No, I don't believe you do. Try having to figure out the different Richards, Henrys, Edwards, and Johns in Richard III, Richard II, and Henry IV, Part One. It's a headache and a half.
Did I mention that the final was eight essay questions?
It took me and hour and a half to complete, and I went through a continuous cycle of: *twitch* o.O *dizzy* O.O *head pounding* O.o *can't see straight*
I should really finish working on my Creative Writing portfolio instead of informing/rambling on about nothing in particular, but well, who really wants to do things that they're supposed to do? *looks around aimlessly*
I guess I should end this though .....
This is what I did while studying with some friends before the head-splitting final today:
