No Hook

So this semester is totally kicking my ass. I'm not sure if it is pure laziness or if I am actually too stupid to complete the assignments required of me. AAH doesn't make sense. I love listening to that man because he is incredibly intelligent with a soothing voice, but I cannot help but think maybe he is purposely tripping me up. I don't understand half of what he is talking about. I can read the material and it clicks, but it never sticks. So then I'm left staring at my test like a five year old trying to read Freud. My AMST class makes sense, but this stupid paper is tough. I don't know how the hell to compare American Psycho to Psycho and I sure as hell don't know what means you would like for me to use when comparing horror of personality flicks with real life. Pop Fic isn't too bad. My Prof is hot, but why does the whole damn theme have to be sex and gender? I don't really think that when Ross McDonald wrote his pieces he was thinking about what the Alice character said about women of the time...No, he just wanted a bitch to kill something. Genre is the only class I'll likely pass and that's bc it's all BS. I write whatever the hell I want and the can analyze it however they want...Not my prob.

Anyways. part two.
Marcus is completely driving me insane. I'm tired of this, "I love you/I care about you" bullshit. If you really feel that way, then don't you think four years is long enough to form some sort of commitment? I'm not talking about marriage. A freaking title of some sort would be great. I got drunk djing the other day and I text him, "I love you?" At that point, when I was having fun and working and drinking and being hit on by attractive men, it was a question. I kind of wish I could have expressed that fully when he asked...

Ah fuck it. I need to get on my grind and get back in shape and quit worrying about all this bullshit.