I should update more often. This should finds itself nuzzled in between I should study for Cognitive Science and I should do whatever the fuck I want to whenever the fuck I want to. I don't update very often. But I should.
So here I sit, in a computer lab on a beautiful day, feeling sorry for myself even though I shouldn't, because of all my shoulds. These are the best days, late October, sun shining, cool breeze blowing. I should be outside.
I have four midterms next week. And Halloween is tomorrow. Why do things like this happen? What kind of cursed life do we I lead that juxtaposes five hours of exams with one of oh so few holidays devoted exclusively to debauchery? Why, you evil, pug-faced, malicious ruler of the universe, why?
And with that, my monitor starts flickering and turns pink. Now if I go outside, I may face being struck down by the hand of God. Do your worst, bitch. If I'm in the hospital, I get to eat candy, watch television and not take four midterms. And if you smite me down, you better believe I'm going to take a shit on your pearly gates. Who's going to clean that up, huh? Fucker.
