Finals week starts tomorrow. My final project for creative writing, twenty pages of original prose, is due tomorrow at noon. I have fifteen pages to go and I can’t seem to continue writing. I want to blame it on the fact I was working on another final project or this Law and Order SVU marathon, but I think I’m still discouraged from the way my classmates reacted to my draft.

I should be, but I’m not worried about the other classes. I’ve got solid B’s going in. One of my friends got nailed for plagiarism the other day. Crazy – this is her last quarter and she almost got kicked out of school.

Forgetting about girls in an ongoing battle that I can never seem to win. There’s the ex factor, could haves, shouldn’t haves, and then the new ones. That last category swelled in the last week. Either way, this array is way beyond its bounds.

This is the second Friday I missed my weekly cheeseburger. I got a haircut instead.