Screw this, I'm just going to be a housewife.

If I ever uttered, or even thought of mentioning such an idea, I think my mom would slap me up side my head and disown me.

Ok. Maybe not that extreme. But she would not be very pleased that my [almost] four years of college has led me to become a housewife. Not that there is anything wrong with being a housewife. I wouldn't mind being one. It's just that being from the kind of family I come from, I am expected to be both a housewife and a career woman. And let's throw in mom just for the hell of it. I mean, my mom is able to do all those things, so why not me? Why. Not. Me.

I am very tired. My back aches. My eyelids are screaming to be closed. My shoulders are slumped. My posture is absolutely terrible. This paper just cannot seem to wrap itself up. I've written 8 pages, and I need two more so I can finally be done with it. But I feel like I've been drained and squeezed of any possible information I can write about. Actually, I feel like all I've done for the entire paper is write from the book. I haven't really been paying attention. For all I know, I just paraphrased my sources and made it into a paper. I don't know. I think I am losing my ability to write coherently.

I hate writing papers.

I'm much better at ranting on blogger. I think.