Well.

How the fuck did I not get anything done today? I tried; honest, I tried! I even got my TI-83 calculator stolen. Yes, the one you and you and YOU and I had from freshman year of prep school. Such a stupid, pointless day.

I'm not going to bother going over the list of shit I have to do. All I know is that I have to take real analysis II next semester if I want my senior year schedule to be easy. I had better have a good senior year. This class annoys the hell out of me. I guess I'll just deal with the fact that the problem sets break my balls, because the tests certainly don't, for whatever reason.

I can't pull an all-nighter from Sunday night to Monday morning. Because that's NQR day. The last thing I want is to faint from exhaustion while naked outdoors in the winter cold. Or to catch pneumonia from running naked after pulling an all-nighter. Shit. I better get my work done now.

This is so funny, and so not funny.

Let's see: what's beautiful, what's creative, what have I created recently? Nothing, really. It sucks. I feel like math is sucking the jizz out of my balls intravenously. Is that even possible? My real analysis class would tell me to disprove it. I don't want to have to disprove it, thanks.

In any case, I'm very aggravated at the lack of opportunity to be creative in my classes. Actually, I think it's ALL math's fault. Whatever. I want to take only 4 classes next semester. Let's see whether I do. Someone owes me back big time for this stupid semester. The last one looks godly in comparison; LORDly even.

Ugh; my room is so boring, undecorated and dreary, too. I forgot to get Christmas decorations over the weekend. I guess there goes that, for now.

Next Christmas. This dorm sucks so much. Can't wait to live off campus, no matter whether it's here or abroad. By the way, I'm thinking of cutting down to one semester only but there's no point in spending more time at Tufts than I have to, really. FUCK THIS