Writing Essays for Bastards, Oh What Fun!

Oh man. I'm TRYING to write an essay right now, trying. And it's going alright. But this is a monster of an essay, cause it's for a monster of a teacher.

Have I talked about my humanities prof before? Oh yeah, I did. He's the one who almost made me cry in his office. He is one elitist son-of-a-bitch, let me tell you. Mr. High and Mighty is definitely hard to impress. Especially cause he's the one that's not fond of my writing. bastard.

So, I'm trying to write a good essay here. Hopefully he'll respect it. I'm not necessarily expecting an A, I just want some respect from the man! Getting a B will suffice.

I juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant schooooooooooooooooool to beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee over! I need a break. And I will never take on all that took on this semester again. Cause life is not about working all the time dammit. Sometimes I need to just go frolic in the field, and crap like that, just cause I wanna.

At least I'm finally writing this essay. WHAT a miracle. Took my lazy ass long enough. Pretty soon I'll have a post about finishing the essay and I'll make sure to insert as many smiley faces as possible.