Heart of the Cards my shiny metal butt.

I'm feeling super unmotivated to work on my research paper for shakespeare today. I had to actually go to library and look up crap. It was unpleasant for the most part, though the actual books part isn't so bad. I like being in an isle surrounded by books and no one else. Kind of peaceful...until the book you're looking for never shows up. Then it's just annoying. Some of those books are retarded too. And the selection is always so very eclectic. I wish they'd put authors together at times. I looked for C.S. Lewis, and they had tons of his books, but not one of them next to the other. They didn't even have any Watchman Nee.

On another note, I've been thinking about card games. The yugioh type, not the solitaire type. I've always had a fascination for card games. I stayed away from magic like the plague, but I did like that such games could go for a really long time. I tried getting into one or two in the past, but they were expensive, and I never had anyone to play with, which totally blows. The only problem as I see it is that actual card games are never as cool or as fun as in yugioh. I mean, you can trust in your deck all you want, it's still pretty likely that you're going to get your ass handed to you because the one card you need is at the bottom of the deck. Real card games are just never quite as lucky. Shame about that.

Research papers blow.

Or suck, whatever. They aren't fun though, that's for darn sure. I hate pretty much every part of them, from the looking up a buttload of relevant sources, half of which are always gone, to the writing of annotated bibliographies, to the actual writing of them. You name it, and I dislike it. I'm never taking a 300 level english class again, and definitely not with this teacher. Shakespeare should be fun, but this class has begun yo make me cringe. Blech. But on the plus side...uh...hmmm...