...Can't remember anymore

It's been kind of a long day.  Week.  Quarter?  I'm ready for it to be over.  Finished an essay on the intrusive gaze of the viewer in Mary Cassatt's paintings this morning about fifteen minutes before it was due.  Eleven pages.  Printed it out, rushed off to class, turned it in.

There isn't much going on these days.  Not that's interesting, at least.  School.  Writing.  Trying to see how long I can go without actually making a trip to the grocery store.  Still trying to get published.  And make sure I'm going to graduate.

Although it occurred to me--not for the first time, but definitely with a degree of clarity that hadn't yet presented itself--that I shouldn't just settle down in whatever job I can find after graduation.  I should actually try to use my degree, my writing skills, because then I'd look better (on paper) for grad school.  Which is definitely going to happen, just not right (write) away.  (hardy-har-har.)

And now I get to worry about pictures for graduation announcements.  I keep getting flashbacks to all the useless hoops you jump through to graduate from high school.  Ugh.  Yes, I'm proud of myself, but I'm not sure I understand why on earth it's such a big deal.  I'm pretty sure I'd be quite pleased with a tasty and massive pig-out session at a nice restaurant with my family and--actually, I don't know what else I'd want.  Graduation's just in time for all the summer blockbusters.  Maybe a free movie ticket?

Clearly my standards are sufficiently low to get by on whatever. 

God, I need sleep.  I hate long essays.  I started the research for that paper almost a week ago, and I stillend up writing and fixing stuff up until the very last second.

I wish I had junk food.