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Finals make me sad. I'm so dead from constant work that I can barely bring myself to do what needs to be done this week. I have drawing homework I attempted to do only to fuck it up so I decided to try writing my essay for English. That attempt failed, as well. I need two outside sources and can't find any. I wanted to use another book but don't know how it backs up my claims or whatever. Wikipedia, why do you fail me? And why am I so crappy at writing complete BS all of a sudden? I did it well in high school. Why is it that I can't use those skills I've learned in college? It doesn't even have to be good BS. It's an art school! They know we don't care about the liberal arts classes. Argh. I just want to go home.

Only a few more days...

On the bright side, improv tonight. It's the last one of the semester and a few members are leaving us (some are graduating, some are just leaving the school). It's sad but hopefully they'll come visit. And we had a pretty nice party on Friday, which was an interesting experience. Some people are weird when they're drunk and some just seem the same. Maybe that's because I was dead tired that I didn't notice the difference. Overall it was fun.

Gotta go to English now. I'll write more of the esasy later and will try to do my drawing again before giving up and sleeping instead.