Waste of Time

Would you all like to hear my current definition of a colossal waste of time? How about a five page paper of phosphorus. Yeah, like the element.

In my four years of college I've never been so indignant over writing a paper. Truthfully I should feel blessed: Dusty is sitting beside me tap tap tapping away on the keyboard working on his journals for his social stratification class. 30 pages.

Or my too cool friend Andrea who has like a bajillion and one papers also due soon.

Or my also too cool friends Erika and Garrett who sit in their rooms and translate Greek sentences all day... right guys? ;)

But phosphorus?! Give me a break!