I don't have too much to rant about. It's finals and I have to save all my creative energy for the multiple papers I have due. I have like, three actual final exams and the rest is all papers. I think I prefer the papers. I am awesome at papers and I'm guaranteed to ace the class if that's what their based on. (Professor Drake's giving me a B on my Nat Turner essay notwithstanding.)

Anyhoo. I have this really awesome paper I'm doing on "The Pardoner's Tale." The brilliance of this paper makes me weep. From the first word, I said "This paper is going to get an A." I also have one on "The House of Mirth." This one is a tad more complicated. I have to explain "why Lily Bart can't form an identity in 1907 New York society." That Professor Farkas! I was confident about the topic for like, two minutes and then I went into panic mode. Out of desperation though, will come brilliance.

It's worth mentioning that in honor of Farkas's class, my bedroom door now reads "Having given up my search for Truth, I am now looking for a good Fantasy."

I will be glad when summer comes. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of writing papers on obscure topics. Oh and here's a rant for you rant-fans...I'm sick of my fellow students and their overwhelming stupidity and immaturity. (Fellow Honors students, of course, being exempt.) I can't believe how many people attend college just to be baby-sat. I don't know if this phenomena is exclusive to Metro and the amount of "returning students" we have or what. But these students...who whine about the workload but bring in umpteen sonnets for the English professor to critique...who throw temper tantrums just because they didn't get to comment before someone else...who ask if the professor could just hang around on a cancelled class day because they don't have anything else to do. This is sad. We're adults. We're here to learn. This is not some coffeehouse book club, or a craft club. It is a college class. If you really have the lives you claim you do (when homework is due and you have nothing to turn in) then what explains your behavior?

Enough about school. What about them Avalanche? Sigh. Hey, they've made it to Round 2. We'll see. All I can say is that I hate Pierre Lacroix with every fiber of my being for the two trades he made this season. Oh, for enough money to buy the Avs and fire that jackass.

Speaking of teams, Breaking Point has not dumped me from their street team. I don't think they do, but I have dropped the ball a few times. I can't believe how suspicious people are. Who are they, how do you know them, why are you doing this, are you getting paid...and a million other questions before they'll take the free CD or sticker. I guess it's fairly unusual that a regular person is handing stuff out, but...come on. It's called publicity, people. It's what makes the bands you listen to popular. And I'm so damn bummed they aren't coming to Denver on the Sevendust tour. I hope they come by at some point this summer.

In other music news, buy the new Goo Goo Dolls album, "Gutterflowers"! It's great! I am psyched for that tour. I could use a little Johnny Rzeznik.

I am so happy, because (old person comment) I saw a dermatologist who actually took me seriously and gave me a bunch of cool medication. Turns out, I actually have that rosura thing you see advertised in magazines. It can cause broken blood vessels for gosh sakes and I'm told (by other doctors) that I will "grow out of it." Yeah, thanks. Well anyway, I get all this cool stuff now. The odd side of it is, it all stinks like sulfer so I am constantly sniffing, wondering who is lighting matches. I normally would not share something like this, but I'm pretty damn thrilled my face isn't going to explode anymore.

Well, that's really all. I could really rant or comment about more--that B paper, or my American History class, but I don't feel like it right now.

Elisabeth