who... am...are... you... I?

Tuesday, I spent the entire day working on this. I wish that I could say that I just started it yesterday, but that is actually the product of non-stop work from Friday afternoon to Tuesday evening.

Then, yesterday, I woke up at 7:30, got on the bus for 8:30, was at school by 9. I started writing an essay for my Renaissance Drama class at approx. 9:13, I finished writing it at 11:17, I printed it off and handed it in by 11:30.

Then, I handed in the first assignment, the webpage. Then I handed in the journalism take home exam that was due, apparently, at noon on Wednesday, but I got it there at 2. To that I say, take your take home exam and shove it.

Last night, after my last class of the school year, I tried to clear some junk off of my computer, because the harddrive is full, like totally and completly. Maybe 2% empty. And Shannon and I watched Connie and Carla, which was fantastic.

Today, it's 12:45, and all I've done is make bannana and coconut french toast, and make a mess of the kitchen.

This afternoon I have to write a 10-12 page paper on Maus and Buddha of Suburbia, and hopefully get some of my Contemporary Critical Theory text read, so that I can write the final essay, and on Saturday I can write the exam.

I am taking this all calmly and rationally. I can't believe that I handed in an essay that I'd started two hours earlier. I didn't think I'd ever be this person. I'm scared to look at it now incase it makes no sense.