All The Way To The Top

He's like, totally the King Of The Dorms...

Today all that shit is due. All the shit for that one class.
Journal.
All my late assignments.
A preview of the final (the only thing that is not due today, the final, it is due next week). It is dew next week.
You devil, you. I devil, I. I just watched Style Wars for free on the internet. I fucken' love 'free on the internet'. Free .99 on the internet. Fucken' A.
So tonight I am back for round three on finishing my sculpture the night before it is due. Dew. I've got to get it done. It needs to be painted gold once or twice with black in-between then I need to take a blowtorch and some sandpaper to it. Carve some of this, carve some of that, then but it all in a box.
Totally doable.
I basically have it on lockdown.
I still need to put all that text in place too, however. That is going to be daunting to say the least, and, to say the most it is going to be a exercise in masturbation. Totally useless in the long run and totally pointless in the short run.
Makes you think.
Might as well Fuck It.