Apparently, blog posts are the best method of procrastination. Because here I am yet again, at almost 3 in the morning, multitasking to escape my mundane, necessary homework. And let's face it, after two summaries and analyses of grammar-based articles, finishing the third and final one is becoming significantly more difficult.
Finally. This term - from hell, from death, from all ways possible - is ending. I thought this would never, ever arrive. I was beginning to doubt the continuation of time; I somehow managed to become sucked into the black hole of school never to be seen again. And now that I'm thinking more about it, I really haven't broken my rule to write once a day, because.... I have written so many words that I could have my head drained completely empty and there would still be words tattooed on the inside of my skull.
Sorry for the morbid vision there. I guess that's what sleep deprivation, constant analysis, and no power to think for yourself does: DELIRIUM. The time is nigh. Or is it the end? It could be both: The time of the end is nigh!
