"This nobody doesn't deserve anybody."

Term paper writing again, deadline, 10 days from now...More accurately 9 days. Already I'm getting the feeling that the computer is weightless and floating away from me, and already I feel envy for every beautiful, sharp-dressed person out there doing shit that I would so much rather do. This year is difficult, International Organizations, fucking boring, no way around it. I've spent all day today making sure of that.

This is honestly a weird feeling.

I'm good at writing though, the problem is that I think my ADHD is getting worse, I can't fucking focus.

I have to stand in front of class tomorrow and talk about the book I've been reading for a "book review" (essentially a glorified book report), I'm doing Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72, its really good, but I'm less than halfway through it...

"Some book reviewer whose name I forget recently called me a 'vicious misanthrope' ... or maybe it was a 'cynical misanthrope' ... but either way, he (or she) was right; and what got me this way was politics."

Its true, it does that to you, I can relate heavily with Hunter S. Thompson on this.

But anyway, yeah, I hate hate hate presenting anything, and usually I'm in such a bad mood that I do not care to do a good job.

Well, yeah, Spring Break is over, this week will be gruelling, as they all seem to be.

Comadre/Touche Amore is playing in Pomona this Saturday, expect to see me there.