operación: graduarme.

So I've been working on this paper for about five years and it's still not done. After this one, I have another to write, which should be a bit easier. At least the exhaustion is gone--I've been running on E for the last thirty miles and hopefully my body can hold out like that fabulous lamp that burned for... uh, I forgot.

I swear I will finish both of these papers. They may be the crappiest things I have ever produced in any language, but they will be done and in my professors hands in roughly twelve hours. I have twelve hours to write ten more pages in Spanish--that's possible, right? Once these papers are finished, the rest of my life is cake. Two more papers in English. If these were in English, I would tear some shit up, but... they're not and therefore I suck.

Once Wednesday evening hits, I will be a substance abusin' fool. I want to go out Thursday night badly, but need to save the money because the winter conference isn't exactly the cheapest thing on earth. This means that I need to find an alternative way to pay for going out and imbibing on sweet, sweet liquors all night long and dancing until I can't move. You know, like a sugar daddy. This means that my roommates better get on it and start sluttin' it up a bit more--take one for the team and all.

The other thing I love is how my interest level in even the carpet is magnified about six bajillion times whenever I have an assignment to do. I mean, look at all those interesting little colors all wound together. Really, you wouldn't think something so insignificant could take up anyone's time, but I dare you to name all the different colors you can find in a square foot. Yeah, that's what I thought.

Okay. Focus. We're talkin' Puerto Rico, colonialism, Piñero, Esteves, sexualidad y el cuerpo. Si podría dicer coño en el trabajo, pienso que prestaría más attención.