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

Another ebay auction went up today in efforts to alleviate the pressure in my closet. It hurt me a little to give this particular top away since I really like it but I have to accept the fact that as a Double D kinda gal, the ruffles make me look like Little Miss Muffet who has had way, way too much curds and whey. Since it’s a brand new item, I’m hoping to give it away at a reasonable price to a trendy, trendy bitch.

For the most part, I rarely check my Akismet Spam for authentic comments that might have slipped through the system. As I scrolled through over 30 bizarre spam comments I realized just how much effort goes into putting together these little gems of advertisement. I get a lot of comments from Monicas, Tonys, Johns and Eugenes wishing me luck on the “impressive services” my site provides while hawking diet pills in the same sentence. The friendly bots leave comments that imply Yoda knows me on a first-name basis: “Hello admin, nice site you have!” or occasionally I’ll receive an enigmatic fortune cookie of wisdom: “Your site is very cognitive. I think you will have good future.:)”. Some spam, however, are just outright depressing like the one from the sullen Lemat who laments “I can’t be bothered with anything these days, but such is life. I don’ care. So it goes. More or less nothing seems worth thinking about. I’ve just been hanging out waiting for something to happen, but that’s how it is.” So true, Lemat, so true.

I’m about 4% done with my final essays and assignments for my Spring Semester. I’ve changed the topics to my papers mutiple times but have finally decided to write one on Political Corruption and Immorality in the Novels of Mario Vargas LLosa. Sounds intense, huh? With a 600 page novel to read in less than 2 weeks, oh, it is.