i do not know why yet i live to say this things to do
Alright, I finished my King Lear paper. Two weeks late, no excuse for that. I don't even care about grades this semester, so long as I don't get an F then I'm satisfied. Now I can go back to reading The Shakespeare Wars and Timon of Athens, maybe watch Hamlet tonight cause I'm in the mood for it. I'm re-thinking taking the Shakespeare course next semester because I can see this happening again. But there's so much that a scholar can point out to me, and I've waited so long to get a place in that course cause it always fills up right away. I'll most likely stick with it, it's just right now I have no confidence in myself and I'm all a-flustered because of the whirlwind of finals and papers and personal stuff I have to get through these next few weeks. When something I love becomes a chore, I become averse to it, which is probably a sign I need to grow up some. I've been attending college on and off for 5 years now and I still haven't got my shit together. I feel like I'm running the Red Queen's race.
Bear with me, I'll be in a better mood and my entries will be less crazy soon.
Bear with me, I'll be in a better mood and my entries will be less crazy soon.