I can sum up my life in one word right now. Essay. Yup, that is what I have been reduced to by the sadistic institution known as college. Destroying our freedom with homework apparently wasn't enough. Breaking our backs with textbooks twice the size and six times as expensive as they need be apparently was also not enough. Not even shortening our lives with constant life or death [read: pass or fail] exams was enough for them. Oh no, those demons known as teachers decided that they needed to throw one more peice of sh-t our way. Final freaking essays. Put them right up there with the finals we've got to take at the same time, and they suddenly become all powerful, all knowing entities intent on wreaking untold havoc upon us poor, broke ass college students just trying to make our way through a BA [or BS as the case may be]. So, as I now put my life on halt for the next, let's see, five days while I desperately try to scrape together enough words to fill 15 pages with BS about this and that and society sucks, I also have to put on hold those gazillion and a half projects that I managed to start with the intent that they would one day [aka- two days ago when classes ended] make there way here.

And no, I am just writing this entry in a last ditch attempt to postpone the inevitable horror of actually having to start this essay [Although, I must admit, it certainly helps]. I am here to ask the ever pressing question of 'Why the hell would anyone want to read 200 15 page essays on the same freaking topic?' Sure, I can understand an upper division English Writing major teacher having his students kill themselves over page after page of utter BS [of course, an upper division english major teacher has what, 20 students in each class, max?] but a freaking level 100 GE class teacher? Seriously? That's not just cruel. That's insane. I vote that all such teachers be reevaluated under pretense of mental instability. I can barely make it through 200 pages of professional essay type writing. Why would anyone in their right mind want to make it through quadruple that amount [okay, more than just quadruple] of unprofessional half assed crud is beyond me. Ugh.

Okay, I feel slightly better now that I've gotten that off my chest. [Of course, this essay's still crushing my shoulders, but hey, one school induced trauma at a time, right?]

In other news, my tooth is twitching. Like a finger twitching. Only, it's a tooth. And it hurts. And I keep wondering if I should be worried or not but the dentist, brilliant man that he is, said there was nothing wrong with it. I ask you this, oh master of the mouth. If there's nothing wrong with it, WHY THE HELL IS IT MOVING AND WHY THE HELL DOES IT HURT?! -cough- Ahem. No disrespect meant or anything. I just, uh, had to ask.

Oh, and since I seem to be on this questioning all authority figures as a common pasttime spree here, will somebody please explain to me why the hell we have to take a freaking proficiency exam for Japanese? It doesn't cout towards our grade. It doesn't count towards anything. It's just a way of showing how incapable our teachers are of teaching us the appropriate material and takes three freaking days of our lives. We could've done those riduculous speeches during that time instead of putting them off until finals and adding even more stress to our poor, poor lives. RAUUGHH!!! I swear, one of these days school is going to make sense, it's going to actually do something useful for us, maybe teach us real skills instead of theoretical book smarts. But until that day comes, I PROTEST THE BLOODY EXPENSIVE INSTITUTION. Well, I'll protest in my head. I want me a degree so I can find a nonshit job sometime in the future.

[Mmmm... this has turned into quite the procrastination nation rant, hasn't it. X3 Okay... essay. Ahem... maybe if I meant that I would've just opened word instead of typing this... dear lord, I'm like, stuck. Wow...]