i tried to sleep the other night. it was difficult for me to somehow slip into that dreamy subconsciousness that i had eagerly tried to avoid for the past week. insomniacs R us. i guess it’s my own fault — drinking three cups of coffee before climbing into bed may have something to do with this recent case of insomnia. i do, however, have just cause. seeing as how i had an english final examination on the following day, there was a minimum requirement of three cups of coffee just to keep myself awake long enough to actually read mandatory articles and the like.

needless to say, after my show of reprehensible academic motivation, i haven’t been doing that well in english along with its dogmatic university standards. somebody please tell me why all university english professors must be pretentious homosexual men in their early thirties or, conversely, barely feminine sea-hags out of greek mythology. i have problems with this.

i also have problems with the symbols C- and D appearing on my returned and thus graded assignments. am i really that wordy? and i really so incredibly, undeniably, and frighteningly verbose?

oh, i suppose. bring on the Ds.