Then Snape killed Dumbledore. The End.

I entered a story I wrote into a contest last December and they just announced the winner today. Her name is Anna. I am sad. But why. It’s not a big deal. Everything is in God’s hands. I didn’t even want to enter the story contest in the first place. I haven’t even read the winning story. I need to focus on Chaucer and Malory. Some guy just angrily slapped a plant. It was weird. I am not sure what I am trying to show about Malory and Chaucer. I relate things to writing fairly well I think. At least I did last semester. How about.

Both Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales and Malory’s Le Morte D’Arthur have a lot to teach us about the nature of fiction and intermixing stories with real life.

There. That is a fairly good sentence I think. I should have gone up to the stacks. The library is noisy down here. I hate papers. I can’t write. I need to stop thinking about grades and about what people think of what I think and just put it out there as best I can and pray people think it’s insightful. Ps. I like typing with my eyes closed.

I just saw Graham walk in the library with Courtney and he was talking looking straight ahead, not at her really. He’s still scruffy and that definitely works for him. He was smiling the most I’ve ever seen him smile at one time. I think that Graham is sort of neutral looking until he thinks about Courtney and then he’s more alive. I may just think that because I’m a hopeless romantic. AHH! Back to my paper. I’ve only got 4 more hours. And I really should try and go to my classes. But I probably won’t be able to. Stupid papers.

Mr. Hemingway isn’t on IM. Allen isn’t on IM. I’m typing to a stupid word document in order to keep my thoughts in order. Sometimes I think I’m pathetic.

Then Snape killed Dumbledore. The End.

If I had a quarter for every time I heard a college student say that he was having the worst day of his life I would have a lot of quarters. “I know I just cussed a lot but,” *shakes head around and flips hand in a gay manner* “I had a reason for it.” I really feel like ranting about how this stupid guy thinks he’s the cat’s meow and thinks it’s his professor’s fault he was only able to attempt 1/4th of the test he had to take today in the amount of time allotted. Dude, he actually just said, “Sainthood should be given to me.” because he didn’t go out and get martinis last night.


I moved up to the stacks. It’s amazing how silent it is up here. The only noises are the turning of pages and my keys as my fingers hit them, creating words on the page. This is beauty.
I have a head ache. My pain medicine is in my other bag. All I have left to write is the conclusion. I don’t know how to conclude anything other than what I started out to prove in the first place. I am, however supposed to be insightful about things.

MY HEAD HURTS!

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