Why am I not caring as much as I should?

First off, AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH, stupid blog refusing to allow access to the "longwindedness" post. I hope whoever is responsible die a horrible miserable long painful death. I hope they get disembodied AND disemboweled alive, have their wound covered in salt, and then have their corpses ground up and fed to komodo dragons (oh, be sure to wash the corpse before grounding it up. If there is too much salt left on the corpse, the Komodo dragon won't eat it). (Just a reminder to those who might think I lost my touch for colourful imaginations, that I still got it :D).
This is what I do instead of writing philosophy essays due tomorrow. I really wonder if it was worth it for me to pursuit this annoyance of a minor. Of all the different areas of philosophy, it appears only ethics hold my interest. Most of these philosophers write in such obscure sentences, or in such technical terms that it bores or annoys one to tears to have to read them. Yes Habermas, Kant, and the whole lot of you. You can all go jump off Niagara Falls! Except for Sartre. I like him.
Despite what it sounds, I'm really not in a bad mood, or that stressed out. I've got 2 essays, 1 research paper of doom, and a poster in which I need to pay for, all lined up waiting for the guilotine. I'm currently without a job waiting for when I graduate, and don't have money to apply for grad school. Nor do I really know where I want to apply. All that should really stress me out, but for some reason it really isn't. Perhaps it's almost over and I just don't care anymore. But I do care. I want to get at least a half decent result for my final semester.
Now if only this post's comment function doesn't get screwed up, then all would be swell.