Done.

It's 2:15 am and the term paper is finally finished. Nine pages of blood, sweat, and tears. Good grief, and that was only nine pages. I hope I never have to write another literary anaylsis paper again.

This brings the total number of hours spent writing this paper today to 8.5. I am totally brain-dead, and lucky me, I get to get up in 5 hours to go to class. I hate you, Neuere Deutsche Literaturwissenschaft. Why on earth am I double-majoring in German anyway when I hate the classes? Just gimme the frickin' degree already! GOSH! Haha Napoleon...."I see you're drinking 1% milk. Is that cause you think you're fat? Cause you're not. You could be drinking 2% if you wanted to."

I watch a lot of Scrubs now, and I really like the way that Elliot always says "FRICK!" instead of the real F-word when she gets angry. Cracks me up because I used to do the same thing. I think Elliot is going to bring it back into style for me. Just as emotionally satisifying as the real thing, but with none of the guilt.

...wow, that came out wrong.

Aaaaand Matt is a weeeeeee bit loopy so he needs sleep.