Sadism and Hot Boys

What have I done? I am taking twenty-one hours this semester. Why? Because I'm a sadist. And a nerd. I'm a sadistic nerd. The classes all sound great on the first day, but then you actually have to go to them and do the mountains of work they all require. Of course, no one would be psychotic enough to take that many classes, so why should they cut back on the homework?

Did I mention that I'm also writing for the Daily Mississippian and am the Fiction Editor for the Hyperbole? I guess having a life is sort of out of the question. Any guy who asks me out had better be hot because that's the only way I'm going to sacrifice my precious time.