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hey guess how much i've written on my 4000 word medieval lit paper. c'mon. guess. i bet you know.

zero. zilch. not even my name.

fantastic! as i've been working on it all day, don't you think? i threw up my hands as to internet research and schlepped to the school library, knowing that the ONE book i needed was already checked out, proceeded to check out anything with 'medieval' or 'romance' in the title (there were five books left) and came back home. at which point i was too freakin tired to do anything, so i took a nap. it's 6pm. i've quasi decided to change my topic. after doing all this research for the other one. if i don't get at least like a page written tonight i may as well drop this class.

hmmm. fuck. grr. i hate school.

p.s. it looks like the attack on the 101st airborn was an inside job. interesting...

short, pointless ranting ahead.

man do i need serious help. 8 oclock and still nothing. i have two ideas. which will take about 3/4 of a page and 400 words (if i'm lucky) to write. i don't even have a clue where to begin. most of my books are completely useless, even for general quotes. there isn't crap on the web unless i feel like getting kicked out of school for plagarizing. my whole body is in pain from sitting in this chair all day. i'm tired. i'm hot. and i'm still hella pissed about farscape, and oh yeah, the world.

grr.

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almost midnight. i give up. nothing written. but i now have four ideas...so i'll be working all day tomorrow, which means third week in a row i don't get to hang out with my nephew...

took a break to watch some tv. watched "girls night" a british movie that was really good but had me crying buckets at the end. they fly to vegas. and arive at the vegas airport, yet drive for some hours to get to the city. i love spotting things like that...would you call that a flub? i guess they assume no one knows what the vegas airport looks like (they did use the actualy one) or how far it is from the city. specially not a british audience.

then i was watching the 'battle' at umm qsar which is super weird. i mean news coverage is one thing, but this is getting ridiculous. didn't seem like anything serious was going on, but there was shooting and soldiers yelling obsenities on tv, which is always fun. or you know...not.

quote of the day, my dad to my mom: "Be quiet i'm trying to watch my war!"

night.