We will become silhouettes

Well crap. You know that point where there's just so much stress, and so little relief that you just kind of snap and can't look at it anymore? ... Yeah. I've got to make a presentation in class tomorrow, and though I actually like this excerpt from Notre-Dame de Paris (watch me be all pretentious with the name, wee)... I can't finish it without passing out. And right now, I just don't want to do work. I'm through with being serious and emo and... whatever the heck else I've been this quarter that hasn't helped a freaking bit.

(Yeah, I got my second Civ paper back today, and though I didn't fail it, I'm going to have to seriously rock both the next paper and the final to get a decent grade in the class. I'm not ready for this.)

Sigh. So, here I am, with all sorts of hyper energy, probably stored up over the past month that I've done nothing... and I have very little to put it into. Seriously, I considered making a facebook profile for Pirate!Hughes because I was that bored. (And the facebook in general would have no idea what to make of that.)

Someone tell me a story or something.