I really would like to masturbate. I need to just jerk it like no tomorrow.

I'm doing everything I can to avoid writing this paper.

I've set up mobile blogging, so I might be doing more blogging when I don't have my laptop handy. Success, however, I don't think I can put up subjects.

As the first line suggests, I'm procrastinating on writing this four to five page paper for my Greek class. It's a simple paper on critiquing the portrait of Athens and Athenians using Pericles' funeral oration, the Mytilene debate and the Melian dialogue by Thucydides. It's simple indeed, but I'm just lazy and very ready for this semester to end. Right now, I'm sitting in on an Ovid class. They're translating the story of Perseus and Andromeda. I'm obviously not paying attention or I could be. I have a confession to make that I won't make.

My mind is all over the place. I can't even concentrate on having a full entry. I'm not even sure what's going on in this class. Something is happening and I'm just so out of it right now. My brain isn't even working. I think I'm just going through that point in life where I have to push the buttons on this laptop in rapid succession. I think I'm having a sugar rush from the soda I drank earlier. I don't feel right.

Convention

It looks like I'm at the hookah bar again. I love this place. The atmosphere is very relaxing and the smoke smells good. I finally have a spot in the loung rather than at a table, which is nice for a change. Although, it's still cold when I'm so far away from the door. I think it's because I'm sitting underneath a vent or something. I do regret getting a small hookah cause the smoke isn't as plentiful, but then again, I was only planning on staying here until 9 PM, but it looks like my ride is coming at 10. Oh well, you plan and things change. Things change.

I do need to take my prozac, otherwise I'm going to think that every boy is "significant other" material. I was getting over it as the day went on, but dammit! So many cute boys on this campus.

In other news, I talked with the director of the person in charge of getting my MA and certification for teaching! I'm excited. The only thing that could hold me back is my GPA. I'm very worried about it being so low and I need a 3.0. Yea, my overall GPA is a 2.19. I don't know how that's going to fly. Oh the stress and excitement. Well, I can't let it get me down. The only thing I'm worried about is the money. Sigh.

Inspiration

I'm lacking a bit of inspiration at the moment. I have a big test tomorrow in a 4000 level art class and well, I have no desire to take in any more information. I'm chilling (literally) at a hookah bar and trying my best to do my homework. At a hookah bar, doing homework? Yes. If I stay in my room, I'll go insane. The crossovers are too crowded to get any work done. The library makes me sleepy. The student center makes me sleepy. The only place I seem to get any work done is the hookah bar. I don't know why. The atmosphere is smoky and there's a constant train of people going in and out. I'm sitting right next to the door so I'm also getting very cold. I really want some company, but everyone I know is either out of town or busy doing their own thing. I'm not sure what I'm even doing besides blowing smoke.

I'm not even sure why I'm updating this blog. I kind of have an idea and it involves my worst downfall: boys. For some reason, I've been a bit sad, despite taking my prozac. Not sure what it is. I think it's a longing for companionship, even when I'm eating with my friends. I think I'm just overworking my brain with school. My only escape would be to pretend and even then it's empty.

I think I'm also in a stump because I can't seem to do anything creative. I've no desire to design any websites, draw, or write short stories or poems. The prozac isn't really helping me keep my mind on any activity. I'm so ready for the workload to just be done, but it's the end of the semester. I have a couple of papers I need to work on. They're simple enough. One involves ancient Greek, which I'm starting to love more than Latin only because of the professor I have for Thucydides. This ancent Greek historian is considered graduate level reading and we're translating at an intermediate level. I do feel accomplished, but my translation is only so-so. I can only understand the text fully after the professor explains it. Another paper I have due involves Dionysos. We're suppose to pick any topic relating to him and do a research paper on it. It's simple, yet I know for certain it's going to take a long time for me to get motivated to do it.

I wish I could get back into blogging regularly, but there's no incentive. I might call it an early night, but damn it's only 9 PM.

Smoking this hookah is relaxing. I take a deep breath and I control my exhale and watch the smoke swirl around me. That's the best part. I could care less for the hookah or the flavor, which is apple by the way. I enjoy the release of the smoke coming from my mouth. I'm still a noob at blowing smoke rings.