the Dalaverse

I.

Fucking.

Hate.

Art.

History.

And the 280.

Vocabulary terms.

I am expected to know.

Even though there will be only ten words.

On the midterm.

Of which I will have to define five.

So there are 275 words.

I am expected to know.

And do not get credit for knowing.

Also?

Am going to be doing an auctioneeer routine in class, as Ness and I were trying to come up with a mneumonic (?) device to remember dates and we stumbled upon the concept of pricing everything. As in, Stele of Hammurabi = 1780 B.C., --> Stele of Hammurabi = $17.80. Why this seems easier to remember, I do not know.

STUPID. FUCKING. HISTORICAL. ARCHITECTURE = DEATH of ME

Will I be more sensible in the morning? Not fucking likely.

But perhaps I'll be less profane.

FAT SHIT CHANCE.

THE SWEARING, IT MAKES THE BLIND PANIC EASIER TO PROCESS.

AS DO THE CAPS.

GAHHHHH FUCKNUGGETS. THAT'S MY FAVORITE CURSE WORD AND NOBODY ELSE'S.

Me and the exam, we're gonna throw down, and only one of us is going to walk away alive.

I'm not taking bets on the chances that it'll be me.

On the other hand? Twenty lousy percent of my grade.

TWENTY PERCENT. And another twenty percent is a paper which I will ROCK because THAT'S WHAT I DO and another twenty percent is attendence and participation which is PERFECT AND WILL REMAIN SO.

And hopefully I can bullshit my way through the essay portion LIKE I ALWAYS DO. I HAVE THE DAMN QUESTIONS ALREADY, ferCRIPSSAKE.

SO THERE, EXAM. DO YOUR WORST.

...I should probably go to bed.

STUPID! MIDTERMINAL! PIECE OF CRAP!