“life will be better in spring”

April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 February 2011

Don't let the title turn you off. Well it has me under wraps.
Woe is me, for hamlet hath destroyed all pleasures found with procrastinating. Through its complexities my brain has lost the will to function and is i believe 'running on empty'. Dare I say, Hamlet indeed sucks cock. BIG BLACK COCK. However in saying this I'm afraid that I will be later criticized by my future self, for my lack of appreciation of great text. I said that with a cringe mind you. How do I know this? Well, experience dear Watson.

It all began on a summers day when Jane Austen became the biggest vagina there ever was but then came the movie "becoming Jane" and from there did my appreciation grow of her and then did my anger subside. And so now its Hamlet which leads me to believe that my angst with these texts are a derivative of my hate for assessments. In saying this though, the point of the assessment is for us to build our appreciation, however i haz discovered i haz, that it just makes you want to die. and that is the truth.

It is 1.02 am. and i've written 42 words. may god bless my soul :)