I would like to take a moment to rejoice in the fact that my book-on-tape job is DONE. finis. ended.

12.25 hours of my life horribly wasted, and I have a desire to write hatemail to Mr. Colin Wells of Trinity College, Dublin. I want to rant at him, telling his Harvard Press published ass to learn to use a god damned comma.

But. At least I get paid. A paltry $75- not nearly enough to cover the frustration of hating the piss-poor writing, but money, nonetheless. I forgot that I have a doctor's appointment coming up, so it will help.

Tape recorder of doom, I banish you!

So mote it be.

Dr. Panek announced the format of the test that will cover Richard II, Henry IV pt. 1, Henry IV pt. 2, Henry V, Venus and Adonis, Love's Labours Lost, As You Like It, A Midsummer Night's Dream, The Tempest, The Merchant of Venice, and all of the Sonnets.

The format? A shotgun test.

He will give us 20 short essay questions to answer in an hour.

Me? Freaking? Um.

Well, I know them all fairly well exept LLL & some of the history plays. I didn't read Venus and Adonis-- I should do that.

So. I did what any logical girl would do to review. I spent an hour on Sparknotes.Com, printing out character lists and overviews just so I can get a sense of who's who again, because I'm absolutely terrible with names (especially when all of the history play characters have about four apiece!). But once I get the names together and things stirred up in my brain, the themes come back. I'm just terribly nervous. I'll be highlighting like mad.


The man is impossible.

I'm about to lose it.

One of my classes has a 7-10 pg. paper about Western African pre-colonial art due on Thursday. Our library has 12 texts specifically pertaining to the topic currently. Of those, 10 are currently checked out. BY ONE PERSON.

So. The rest of us? FUCKED.



You just wait until tomorrow morning. I'm going to slap the fuck out of his bitch ass.

And the next person who knocks into my chair? Them too.