Occasionally, I check my blog stats to see what poor, lonely schmuck is still creeping around my filthly, dusty blog. I’ve recieved a number of hits from someone looking for “funny haitian shit”. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned Hatians on my blog or implied that they are funny (not that they aren’t, I’m sure there are some hysterical Haitian comedians out there…somewhere). If you are that inquiring mind, I apologize for not supplying you with amusing Haitian shit.

There are approximately four weeks left in my fall semester and while I eagerly look forward to the day when I can resell all my Postmodern textbooks, I am apprehensive about my preformance. Towards the end of every semester, right after the massacre of midterms, I lose a lot of academic momentum. I call it the I-Will-Seriously-Wipe-My-Ass-With-This-Essay-And-Turn-It-In Syndrome. Some people identify it as Senioritis. It’s not that I dislike college or learning, I’ve simply reached a point in my life (nearing the age of 23) where I really feel like my practical experience is seriously lacking. I have aspirations of heading to NYC to start my “grown up” life and I really don’t think my stellar work experience as COMPUTER LAB GIRL is going to cut it. I have a funny feeling that publishers may laugh when they reach the part of my portfolio with all the postmodern essays in it. Yeah, the ones with all the tear stains on them.

My list of things to do:

1. Write a paper
2. Write a paper
3. Write another god damn paper
4. Write a paper
5. Feel sorry for myself
6. Write a paper