And You Know the First Thing I Do is Forget to Post?

I have decided that I will not consider myself a man until my late twenties or early thirties. People are living longer, and despite the increase in violence and morally complicated situations in entertainment, I believe that childhood has been lengthened in our culture. While considering this on my way up one of the many hills in Pullman, I realized that I'm 19. Holy crap.

Working. Yet again. I'd like to think that this time I've got a sufficient jump on things, but I really don't think that'll amount to much. This paper is much larger than the other one, and I don't actually HAVE that much more time. Apparently two weeks is enough time to write a paper that requires a minimum of ten critical resources. I have less than a week. This is not through any lack of diligence on my part (this time), it simply takes a while for freshman students to figure out what the HELL they need to be looking for, seeing as out teacher seems to expect us to know already. Suffice it to say I'm gradually building a sense of distaste for my english teacher. Honestly, I'm not upset about the assignment. I just want another week to work on it. But as things stand, I'll be working myself to death for the next... five days. I MUST be doing SOMETHING wrong, but that can't be right. I'm perfect.

P.S.
Just found out where Nickelodeon got it's name. That makes it's "Splat" logo all the more entertaining, if increasingly disturbing.