the first of december

I bought my sister her first official shot as a twenty-one-year-old--a lemon drop. It was the only vodka-based shot I could think of at the time, and still is. I wasn't doing vodka straight, no sir, not on your life. I don't remember what I'm calling her, so I'll have to look that up later when I write about the weekend in more detail. Right now I'm sitting in a towel at 8:41 on the first of December, dreading class today because of absences and unfinished work. Not enough time or motivation to get it all done, yeah? An all-nighter, a bender as I call 'em, but not an unproductive one. I just wish I were more productive. I'm dead afraid there's a paper due at two o'clock which I haven't even touched, only fondly thought about. So I'll be bulshtin' that one in a few hours.
The paper I did write tonight, during bouts of internetting, which is a catch-all category meaning I did fuck-all, of course, but you knew that--the paper I did write was, I hope, a good exercise back into writing papers, of which I'm gonna have to get real good at in the next two weeks if I'm passing this term. I used to be good at 'em once, I've fallen off. Homesick, I know that, I'm setting a date to go home in six months, which means I gotta graduate first, which is a pain in the ass, but I guess it's time. No more pissing 'round.
I don't know why I'm making some piss-all contribution to the board right now, either, 'cept to kill ten minutes 'fore I dress up all nice like and go to class. Gotta cup o' strong-ass coffee in me right now that's really doing all the work, maybe I can conjure up another one when I walk in in three hours to write a paper on Zadie Smith's White Teeth, and what I've decided will be teeth imagery in Zadie Smith's White Teeth, as they relate to both a concept of bodily completion (mental, physical, emotional) and racial health in a community you refuse to assimilate with. Whoops, spent all that time looking for the right words and now it's time to get dressed and go. Guess that's where half my night went after all, looking for those words. Looks like I remember a little bit of that high school programming class after all?