I'm so sick of not being able to write anything good for my poetry class-- I'm so drained of creative energies it's not funny at the moment. I managed to spit out a couple poems for this workshopping round, but they're not really what I was supposed to write >.>;. I don't really care at the moment though. I'm just glad I don't feel the need to skip class, because of a lack of poems to bring with me.
I've officially been hit with a stupid stick this semester, I'm fairly certain. My grades aren't bad so far-- it's just the agonizing process that I go through every time I need to do anything. I'm so burnout at the moment XD;.
*wanders away to bed, where she probably won't sleep despite really needing to, because the green tea has been kicked-in for awhile now, and M's eyes are OPEN*
Is it too late to declare my Major as Hobo? I'm so unjustly miserable at the moment -.-;.