  Wow, its a chilly 48 outside tonight. I just got home about an hour ago from a homework marathon at Penny Lane to make up for a lame group member who was in jeopardy of fucking up our grade. I just wrote up ten pages in four hours of a creative rewriting of the damned Epic of Gil. Mines posted, so you can all tell me whether I did ok on it or not. No review. Just a doing the motherfucker because what she sent to us is unusable. Heres the exchange of emails, just to further qualify my rage (which is nothing compared to Achilles in the Iliad, I realize): Her shit: I never remember hearing you ask me for anything. As far as questions go, I only asked because your notes, in my opinion, did not agree with the book. I was not angry with anybody until you gave me an ultimatum of sorts with that whole "your work? " business. Plus as far as offering ideas goes, I was only told about ONE meeting that I couldn't attend. Had I known that you guys were discussing the project at other times I would have been there, but as I already said I was told that nothing happened at the meeting and I was never told anything else about any others that might occur.
And who told you to tell her that my part wasn't done, had you told me that she wanted us to go on Wednesday I would have been there with bells on! And as far as where the anger goes and who I blame, I have no idea what you are talking about. I wasn't blaming you for anything and I am certainly not angry with myself. And if the group had a problem with me them why didn't they say anything when I talked to them in class???
Sonya My response: no matter. i did your part tonight. another four hours to tack onto the mountain of work i've already done. your work is unusable. you didn't even read the script to make it correspond. you did nothing, and we're all over you even being tacked on to our group. /creative rewriting/. you missed the point of the whole assignment! my notes are a departure from the text BECAUSE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE. and by the way, mine's TEN PAGES. geez. i'm mad that you took a night away from me that was set aside for other finals. don't even bother at this point! it's only out of respect for heather that i don't tell her to can you.
she doesn't need this drama, and neither do we. stand up there on monday with us if you want to. we'll just pretend you were any part of it. charlotte (bitch to someone else in the group next time) Clearly stated, I think. I could mash this girls face into the sidewalk at this point. Except that I already reap the satisfaction of knowing that my prof already is aware of the situation.
All I want is recognition that I did all the work. Me, the one who was in jeopardy of going out of school and into a hospital for being insane this semester. I just want heather to know I take her seriously. And Im offended when others dont follow suit. That being said, I did my best to work a deal with Penny Lane, my favorite bar close to home and the theatre were going to see The Lord of the Rings at this coming week. Im trying to get us a group discount. We are, after all, potential regulars being college students. And in masse, we could bring in a hell of a bill if all 30 of us showed up for lunch and drinks. Its worth asking for a deal. Im working on it. Im fucking tired. Ive been at the computer since noon today, and its nearing ten oclock. Youll find me on here again soon. But consider the work Ive done today, and let me off from having any more to say. 
