In Conclusion
I finished a damn paper, using word 'protean' in the title i.e. Oh god
Usual suspect & psuedeloquently stated conceptual framework elaborated on and repeated excessively, i.e. usually distracting enough for some teacher to write A before they really notice the parts that basically say I am bored by the supporting evidence, will promptly conclude with a flash.
I mostly wrote between 7 a.m. and 1 p.m. this morning after erasing what I spent those other days not really writing and scheduling in a delicate and rare dumb temper tantrum last night, which took a little while to work up to considering I think I damaged my eyes sleeping in contact lenses and lost a reliable ability to cry, so the lifeless laying leonard cohen listening and then waking up later to weep a little over twisted guts without really having to think about it to feel better about a fatal and charming attraction to male individuals only partially available, for one reason or another, charmingly conflicted about their attraction to me, extravagant compliments, little kisses, asking friendship, emotionally or otherwise committed to not me whoops
Anyway I think it's okay I'll be friend-ly. What else I threw out my contacts dramatically, I put on my old glasses to locate my newer glasses, they don't stay on my nose. I have four promising monumental paintings to finish and a kind of pressure to be joyfully pressed in, jelly bean diet. Maybe I have a job at some new dumb hipster hang out, part II. Better Square. I'm pining for Katie for Meryl
and how they would lay in some grass like snails possibly talking about a beach.
Usual suspect & psuedeloquently stated conceptual framework elaborated on and repeated excessively, i.e. usually distracting enough for some teacher to write A before they really notice the parts that basically say I am bored by the supporting evidence, will promptly conclude with a flash.
I mostly wrote between 7 a.m. and 1 p.m. this morning after erasing what I spent those other days not really writing and scheduling in a delicate and rare dumb temper tantrum last night, which took a little while to work up to considering I think I damaged my eyes sleeping in contact lenses and lost a reliable ability to cry, so the lifeless laying leonard cohen listening and then waking up later to weep a little over twisted guts without really having to think about it to feel better about a fatal and charming attraction to male individuals only partially available, for one reason or another, charmingly conflicted about their attraction to me, extravagant compliments, little kisses, asking friendship, emotionally or otherwise committed to not me whoops
Anyway I think it's okay I'll be friend-ly. What else I threw out my contacts dramatically, I put on my old glasses to locate my newer glasses, they don't stay on my nose. I have four promising monumental paintings to finish and a kind of pressure to be joyfully pressed in, jelly bean diet. Maybe I have a job at some new dumb hipster hang out, part II. Better Square. I'm pining for Katie for Meryl
and how they would lay in some grass like snails possibly talking about a beach.