Save Me Now God!

Okay... I am le suck. Or at least my life is le suck. How many papers, quizzes, poetry recitals, etc etc etc can I HAVE for Pete's sake?! I mean, seriously, I only have so many hours in the day. This is not helping me clean for Spring Break or do my laundry so I can pack or you know... do anything.

God damn homework. I mean seriously, Profesora Drake... are you on crack? 3 summaries, poetry recital, workbook activities, quiz, paper... all in one week? Are you FUCKING INSANE?!

Apparently so.

And don't even get me STARTED on how much I just want to snap and like take out a city block's worth of people due to my frustration and inner rage. I have this inner Hulk inside that just wants to bust out and go "HULK SMASH!!" My own special Hulk out.

Anywho.

I have to act out my poem in half an hour. I just managed to memorize it by 9:30 this morning. How many people think that I'm going to crash and burn? Hands? Anyone?

Bueller?

Dammit.

Now I need to go splash some water on my face and maybe have Julie watch me perform it to see how badly I am LE SUCK. Just uh... stay here and stuff. Be cool Sodapop.