School is Super Needy

I realize that I haven't posted hardly anything this month and I'd just like to say that it's all School's fault.  I'm really sorry to say it, but School is just a serious time hog.  I'm always like, "Hey, School, I know you want to like hang out with me every minute of every day, but sometimes I just wanna like go and spend time with some of my other friends, ya know?  Are you like feeling me?"

You probably noticed that I say the word "like" a lot when I'm talking to School.  That's partly because I watched Clueless the other day and partly because School acts like a teenage girl: super needy.  You're probably thinking that School can't really be that demanding of my time if I was able to watch a 90s chick flick, but the whole time School just kept nagging me saying, "Don't watch that movie, come read some American literature with me.  I sure love Booker T. Washington."  Or, "Hey, it's not Alicia Silverstone time.  It's MY time!  Like, you should totally be over here writing papers with me about Kafka's The Trial and not 'rolling with the homies' in some white jeep!"

As if!

So while I'm trying to move on with my life and go to work or play some Wii Super Mario or drop it like it's hot on The Madison's dance floor, School is constantly getting in my way.  I can't even plan my own freaking wedding because School is jealous!  Yes, I said it.  Jealous.  School is jealous that I can possibly love someone else over her, so she fills up my days with constant homework and constant reading and constant writing.  I just can't take it anymore!  I need my space!  Doesn't she understand?  I think we need to go on a break; start seeing other people...

Anyway, I'd blog some more but School is calling.  Surprise, surprise.