Let's give it another shot

I get tired of blogs quickly...and quite frankly I find them to be a big waste of time. But has that ever stopped me before? I propose that it hasn't.

I'm really really fed up with relationships right now. So much that I'm calling it quits altogether for the time being. There's no sense at all in me getting worked up over stupid stuff, losing countless hours over thinking about this tripe. Noone should do that. I haven't lost any sleep over it yet though. Well, at least not from women. I've been losing sleep from the ignorant yahoo that keeps changing the hall temperature to 90 plus degrees and then waking up in almost the fires of hell because every other person in the hall closed the vents and opened their windows. Some people don't understand just how bad it is to run a heater full blast with all of the vents shut except two of them, those two being in MY ROOM.

See....this is why I don't like blogs too much. I just wasted lots of time that I could be devoting to other things.

4 research papers and a book report are here, time to get to work.

Here are the topics for 3 of the 4 papers:

1) A Comparison of the lives of Wordsworth and Coleridge and how their relationship affected their writings

2) The origin of modern English swear words

3) The influence of Tolkien's criticism on Beowulf critics and the effect produced on later criticisms


I have a lot of work to do. Goodbye what little social life I have left.

I was going to ask someone on a date to go see a battle of the bands with me this friday night. I'm not sure, I still may but I don't know if I feel like messing with it. Regardless, I'll be there. The Hair of the Dog, Michael Logen plays at 9:30 and he's an excellent performer. You, the reader, should go too.

Let me get over these bloody sinus headaches and I'll get back to the problem of dating. I want to post something about dating at FWBBC anyway, get a few things offa my chest.

Now to read more of Tuesdays With Morrie and then to bed. Excellent excellent book so far.