no me gusta Mondays

I am not a fan of Mondays.

They are horrible. I have been at school for 8 hours, and I feel like I've been hit by a semi truck. I am so exhausted, and it isn't even 4 o'clock. (3:54, in case you were wondering).

I will be so so so happy when my philosophy class is over with...only five more weeks!!!
I just hate talking about stupid philosophical arguments at eight in the freakin' morning. Just not my cup of tea.

I have nothing to look forward to on Mondays. Nada. Zip. Goose egg... I think you get the point.

What to blog, what to blog...

I kind of want to cry when I think how many papers I have to write within the next 5 weeks of this semester.

I have to write:

1. 2 page escrito analitico. (Spanish)
2. Another 2 page escrito analitico. (Spanish)
3. A 4 page essay about the evolution of war throughout Spanish History for my final exam.
5. A 10 page paper, aka informe escrito, about one time period in Spanish history, where I just show all the shit I know.
6. A 10 page college writing paper.

Too much!! It's ridiculous...

All right, I am done complaining. I have to get to my professor's office hours.

And some kid just burped really loud. Gross.

RG