In the next two weeks I have something like five papers to write--and how laziness consumes me so! I hate the end of semesters. I mean, one of the papers is in a fucking gym class, Racquet Sports. Then I have to fill out a bunch of paperwork for graduation. Not to mention I have a wedding to go to that just so happens to be a cheery four hours away and will obliterate much of my coming Saturday and Sunday. Coincidentally, this Sunday also happens to be 4/20, so if I get back into town at a reasonable hour I will need to smoke weed. Also, participating in discussions for my online classes have taught me how (namely these 40-year-old mothers who are just now deciding to go to college) stupidity still engulfs so much of our species. I could complain some more, but I'll limit it to what I've already written, I guess.