I’m supposed to do an essay tonight, I have five or six hours to come up with a topic and write it. I can’t really think of anything, and I’m not trying at all. I could be reading my literature book with fervor trying to come up with some stupid story that is somehow like another story. Yawn. Motherfucking yawn. This is the point in the term where I get so incredibly bored by my English class that I just don’t do any work. I’m having this really interesting conversation with this chick on the Internet. OMG! Samantha totally just called me and they’re all going to the concert! Woot! I feel bad about not doing my essay. Oh well. I guess when I get back I’ll take the easy way out and do a comparison of Poe’s stories.