Sometimes nothing make sense.
And the the semester ends, which just makes it worse.
Make Me Upset: April 2005 Archives
I'm just sick of doing work. I want to get it all over with so I can go home, and do job-type work and get PAID for it, and work out in the evenings so I actually can fit in my darn clothes again. I don't have time to work out here and I can't eat well at all. I'm stressed out and broken out: I should go tanning or get some sun or something to try to improve my skin a little, but I don't think it will help.
Woe is me.
I got all the homework that is due tomorrow out of the way last night so that I could dedicate myself to working on this paper that is also due tomorrow. I'm going to try to answer, "What is the 'self' for Schopenhauer? For Freud? What am I like according to each?". Unfortunately this paper is going to suck because I'm just not a philosophy person, I fear.
My Spanish class was cancelled once we all got up and went to class, but this leaves me with 35 minutes or so to get started on the paper.
Yikes.
I hate seeing this looming in front of me, with thoughts mooing slowly about in my head like cows. You try pushing a cow onto a little piece of paper. It's hard. Hasta whenever.
