Banging My Head Through the Wall

That's exactly what I feel like doing. Sure, I've got all the work done today that I need to turn in, but I still have a term paper about A Midsummer Night's Dream due tomorrow and it's less than half written. But I know what I'm going to say, and that's really half the battle. Right? Please agree with me.

Last night the craft club when about two hours longer than expected so I wasn't able to do a lot of school work before plonking down on my sleepless bed and trying to shut out consciousness. I was fairly effective, but I really didn't want to get up this morning. Oh well, I did, and I made it to school for my 09:00 class.

Yay for me. Yay for French.

Oh! And I'm very excited because I'm getting one of those lovely ornaments from Three Fate's Design that I was telling you about. My name twin and I shall trade. I'm so excited there's this big grin on my face that I can't make go away. I'm not really sure I want to, either.

I never hated Shakespeare before taking this class. My teacher is too enthusiastic and it, quite frankly, sucks. Not to mention it's kinda boring. Imagine that! The master of comedy and action and human psychology is boring!

And so I bang my head on the wall ... or just wish that I could.