My love/hate relationship with writing

So, yeah. It's that time of year again. This time, like I've said time and time before, I have six essays. I'm so sick and tired of flipping through books to form arguments that may or may not even make sense to me, only to get a great load of flack from a prof on how it isnt considering of post-structuralist bullshit.

I honestly don't care. I love writing, and I love my majors, but this is just crazy. Loading this much work onto a student who can barely keep her head on straight isn't really fair. I can't do it all! I can't do it all by the end of next week! Which is why, at this moment in time I'm writing on my blog. Ha. Ironic

Tonight we're all going to get sushi (loveee) with my roomies and Cy. Good times, and I'm looking forward to it. Sometime in the near future I know I'll see my family, and I know things are going to be okay.

It's a strange way to live life, without rules. But i'm loving it. I just hate the stress that maturity and responsibility entails, along with having a conscience. Sure, we could all be honest and perfect and just say how we feel...

But right now, I have no idea how that is.