Kevin Wells

Where Creativity Comes to Die

I Know… I Know

I kind of let this go for awhile, but I suppose I shall start this up again.  I am more or less working on school crap 24/7 which would be okay if at least the members in my group projects would help.  Once again I am fated into a group where no one will help and I have to do everything, and for once, I actually let the professor know about it.  Usually I hate the throw people under the bus so to speak, but this time I have had it.  I’ve been trying to get the group to meet at least once since October 7th and have had no luck and the project is due October 15th.  Added to this I got to herd my drunk friends around friday night and had to apologize profusely for their actions.  As I have said for as long as I can remember, it’s like I swam through an ocean of broken glass and bottles and when I finally reached dry land, I looked towards the heavens and yelled, “Why God!? Why!?” and he poured lemon juice on me.

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