I can't get through Michael Herr's Dispatches. This is like the tenth time I tried since Monday trying to read this darn thing and every single time the words fail to keep my attention and I keep losing focus. I mean, it's not like I have that bad of an attention span, it's just...

argh! I'm so unbelievably sick of all these stupid war-oriented readings. War, war, war, it's all I've been writing about save my stupid psych papers. I don't want to read about them anymore or write about them. I didn't sign up for this class to do war! I wanted a study of the rhetoric and how it was used to express civil dissent! T__T I think I ended up liking Vonnegut, just because I totally agree with his POV even if he's a little out there even for me. Seriously, like he said, there's nothing intelligent to say about any of this. Dispatches just bores me to death. The writing is so...off-putting. Urgh...10 pages down, 100 to go. ~slaps self~ Focus fireclaw!

Small group was pretty silly. Me and Amanda ended up doing a passage together. And like when Vicki and Grace were doing their bit and making all these bad analogies, Amanda was all like, "that's it! The only analogies that are allowed to be made should come from this side!" <3333 That and we were making weird "whale" noises together because we finished early and were just goofing off.

As for today, how seriously tiring. ~sighs~ A step forward from my state of in between-ness. A large one. But I don't know what it is. hmm. I wonder...is it a step foward or a step back? And if it was, have I taken two steps forward, or rather, only gone back? And...maybe Steinbeck got it wrong. Perhaps I have gone two steps back...