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the fact that study abroad app is in means nothing as i still have so much left to do. mostly the problem is that i hate all of my classes this quarter, which makes motivation difficult. just finished astronomy though, other than Useless Essay. and really really really need to work on shakespeare essay badly agh, but i am exhausted and incapable of concentration. it feels like the end of the week and it's the beginning. bad fucking sign.

i think i may be coming home for the weekend.

sore throat partly gone, stomach mostly calm, now i have a cough. my body is giving up on me.

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DAMMIT. I am so fucking tired of working. Effort. Whatever. I have been working nonstop since Sunday and I can't deal with this shit. I guess this makes me a bad K student but fuck it. I am not used to functioning like this anymore. Part of it's probably that I'm sick and I just want to sleep... but yeah. All I want is time to take a nap but EVERYTHING IS URGENT. I think that's what's getting me.

Need to write Shakespeare paper TONIGHT as in RIGHT NOW but no motivation, so stay up late do that take shower, class at 12:30 and I am so so lost in there.... then I get to pretend I know what the fuck I'm doing in the Dungeon and start hanging a plot, that's done at 6, then I need to study Astronomy until my eyes bleed for my 8:30 AM midterm that I am about to bomb, then I have to do my Shakespeare reading, then I have to do a 2-page take-home quiz for Philosophy analyzing a film from a Kierkegaardian perspective and FUCK Kierkegaard, because shit like this...
"The self is a relation which relates itself to its own self, or is in that relation that the relation relates itself to its own self; the self is not the relation but consists in the fact that the relation relates itself to its own self."
...I mean... come on now. If it were Dada or something like that, fine, because that doesn't have to make sense, but this shit is supposed to be EXPLAINING SOMETHING. I think my brain is bleeding.

Now to go analyze some Shakespeare. I don't speak Shakespeare. Just like Kierkegaard might as well be a fucking foreign language, along with math of any kind. This quarter can go fuck itself. School is useless and torture when you hate every single one of your classes with a fiery passion.