EEK. i’ve done it again. i’ve waited ’til the last moment to write a final essay. lulz, it’s gonna be terrible. but actually, i enjoy the pressure a bit. it’s not right, to wait ’til the last minute, i know. and it’s never my best writing, but dammit if the pressure isn’t a little fun.
my essay is gonna be 5-7 pages long, about james baldwin’s story “sonny’s blues.” i printed out the story, highlighted the hell out of it in multiple colors, with a cute little key in the corner, found an article to cite and help along my points, and now i’m going to tear it all up and call it a night. lollolol i wish. so far i’m on page 4 of my essay, and i’m hating it. i hate james baldwin, i hate the narrator, and most of all i hate sonny himself. lol no. i love the whole story, i just freaking hate my own writing, nothing is ever good. i remember using the phrase ‘disjointed and weird’ when describing another paper of mine, and i stand by it. i think that i’ve actually discovered my writing style in this: disjointed and weird. i always wanted a style.
lol, i have lines in this essay that are basically jokes right now, such as ‘light is introduced now to the narrator as an often absurdly cruel tool of, well, enlightenment.’
i needed a break, so i’m sitting here, obsessing. AND IT’S 9:40PM. usually, i’m diligently half-asleep or trying to be right now.
here are 13 pictures related to cats, dogs, and anxiety/depression that make me smile, for luck as i continue my journey to a probs b-, high-c grade on this great essay:
k, also baby goats.
just to letcha know, i STOLE all these pics from other people. i truly am the lady of stolen sappy memes. in fact, i wish to be addressed as such.