It's been a week since my last entry, my dear Journal, and sorry, but it's not like I can write any more often. Work and school seem to be consuming everything.
Well, the English teacher assigned this stupid-ass exam paper to analyze James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Dear god, sometimes I just want to stand up and beat his ass down in the middle of class. Still, I don't need to give the superintendent a reason to expel me, so I don't.
Besides, the book has to be some of the driest reading I've ever sampled. Granted, introductions are usually pretty boring as it is, but... Damn. Does it have to explain every damn thing p