I. Am. Tired. Of. School.

That about sums it up. I am so sick of UOG it’s beyond bearing. Example? I have been sitting at this desk for almost three hours trying to knock out a paper on Boethius’ influence on Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, especially the “Knight’s Tale.” I have no outline except the vague one in my mind and I have three sources from Questia. I was also torturing myself with this yesterday. Now – I know I have to meet Wayne in two hours to watch V is for Vendetta, but still I’m here procrastinating. And this thing is due tomorrow at 4pm.

I obviously don’t want to write this paper. And not even on a subconscious level, man. I just don’t feel like it. My scholarly inspiration is dried up. I am burned out. I need to graduate – stat. It’s comforting to know that I’m not alone – most seniors on the verge of graduating feel like jumping out of a window. Same as when we all wanted to change our majors sometime around junior year.

This is giving me a headache. I long for something different to be fed up with. Like a job. At least then they’d be paying me to bitch. And I could use the money. On shoes. Okay … enough complaining. Time to break out some grade-A bullshit and get this done.

postscript added 4 Apr 2006:
It WAS grade-A bullshit, thanks very much. Man, I totally rock at this school thing … procrastinator or not.