4 Minutes until my professor is officially LATE.

Thanks for wasting my time, asshole.
I see my tax dollars are hard at work.

This is me. At school. NOT taking my English final.

Luckily my professor gave me a week to do it at home and e-mail it to her.

That lady is friggin' awesome.

First Post

Welcome to my "blog". I'm using that term very loosely!

I am not one of these perpetrating-ass, pseudo-intellectual wannabe writers that are running rampant on the Internet. I'm just your regular, run-of-the-mill, homegrown, twenty-something New Yorker. I like to express myself through words and I must say that I feel a bit empowered by this whole blogging thing. I don't know if anyone will even ever read my blog, but I'm excited to share my thoughts with everyone and welcome all the weirdoes… I mean readers I can get :)

Currently, I'm lying in bed not typing up a final exam essay that I had two weeks to work on. I came down with a serious case of spring fever this year and have been running from responsibilities left and right! I know it's wrong but I can't really say that I give a damn. I'd be a total liar. I suffer from SAD (Seriously LOL!) and become a complete nutcase every year right around November. Spring is usually the time of year that I get to breathe and not feel like the world is disintegrating around me. I get into my groove and God help anyone who tries to get in my way! Anyway, I don't like to make excuses for myself and the idiocies that I'm (sometimes) guilty of. With that said, I would like to extend a big “FUCK YOU!” to my late papers, final exams, grades, and pretty much everything else I'd rather not be dealing with.

Peace.