I hate Sunday's. It's the worst day of the whole entire week, ok, maybe not as bad as Monday. Or maybe it IS worse than Monday, because at least once Monday comes, you know you're well on your way to Friday, but with Sunday, you're waiting for the week to start with nervus anticipation. And let me tell you, I get the pre-week jitters and anxiety. It doesn't help that Mondays are one of my worst days with work in the morning and three back to back classes at night. And I commute. It blows.

Random note: This is my first blog ever and it's oddly liberating to be writing about the junk that filters through my head.

Anyways, I'm having a hella rough semester. Having five history classes sucks and it was the worst mistake ever! But due to budget cuts at my school, I had to take what I could get and history being my major, well, I kind of have to suck it up and just do it. I am the poster child for just doing it. I should work for Nike.

Unfortunately, all my classes just love dolling out the papers and I usually have two a week, and they're big ones at that, or I have papers overlapping in due dates. Did I mention it sucks? I just want it to be over already and the middle of December never looked so beautiful before. I can only imagine how I will feel when that time comes, when I hand in my last paper and I am free from school, until the spring semester starts, that is. It's like how an obese person must feel, who hasn't eaten in two hours and then they FINALLY get seated at a buffet. I'm kidding! Well, sorta.

So, lately, I've been having disturbing thoughts which sort of tie in with my crappy school mood. When the movie "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning" came out awhile back, I dragged my poor mother to see it and I told her, "I need to see this movie, Mom. I need to see a bunch of people get killed, slaughtered, maimed, just so I can feel good about life. Cuz once you see that type of movie, you think, Damn, it is good to be alive!"

And then when I saw the movie, which was grotesque by the way, I did feel slightly better about life, for a short while, until things got more stressful. So now, I'm thinking what other horror movie I should see to feel good. Hmm, perhaps Saw 3? What else is out there?

Yes, yes, I know. A horror movie is not the typical movie you see to feel good. But what can I say? I'm a sick motherf**ker.

I'm hoping the crazy sicko in me will pass once winter break hits and I can be a fun loving kid again, but ah, only time will tell, right?

Alright, I'm out.

Peace