darn.shoot.frick.

it's been two and a half weeks, and i think that i'm just now realizing that i'm better than that shit. maybe i'm a little slow, but i'm working on it. the thing is, i know he's better than what he's doing too. but he doesn't believe it. and i can't do anything about it unless he wants to. and right now he's not communicating with me. so whatever. i need to just concentrate on graduating. i have a shit ton to do before graduation.

capstone final draft
religion in america paper
religion in america takehome paper final
symbolic presentation & write up
symbolic test 3
linguistics final

damn.shit.fuck. i don't need these frustrations. boys, cars & classes, damn them all.