I don't even care about this paper anymore. It's done. It will be edited and given a cover page when I get it back from my sister but by god I am not writing anymore.
Don't. even. care.
I could lose right now. This lady could take my paper and automatically say it sucks and throw it in an incinerator and I would be cool with it.
It's not that the paper sucks. It's pretty good, I think. I AM JUST SO FREAKIN' TIRED OF COMPETITIONS.
Completely unrelated: a friend of mine has been sending me creepy text messages (creepy as in I worry for him, not for myself). I play along, and then we laugh about it. I don't know. It's pretty uncharacteristic. I think he's been watching too much paranormal stuff again.