Exhibit C

I would really love to please my blog readers, and tell the most-likely annoyed that this is going to be my last post on the famed Spaghetti Cat.

Yet......

I just don't give a shit. I love him, and that's all that matters. It's called: "Getting Whitney through her last 3 days of college" people.

Exhibit B

I would really love my senior thesis paper to be utterly fascinating and amazing. And I would also really love to pass my last final on Monday with flying colors.

Yet.......

I just don't care anymore about writing a good (last) paper of my undergrad career. And as much as I don't want to fail, I don't care to put any effort whatsoever into studying for my Monday final.

I don't want to let others down. But I just. don't. give. a. shit. anymore.

Senoritas.

Exhibit B.

Exhibit A

An example of how my extreme need to please others and knack for not giving a shit often come to be at odds with one another:

I feel very guilty for not going out with a bunch of my coworkers tonight to wish a fellow employee off as he makes his way into the real world. And by guilty I mean, GUILTY.

Yet....

I couldn't care less than two craps about most of my coworkers, who I have no real relationships with. Going out with them, is no longer fun.

I don't care. But I do.
Isn't that the worst?

At least I got a ton of progress done on my huge senior thesis paper. Oh, who am I kidding....
That's what Sunday is for!