Where Hides the Envelope?
It's rather amusing how I never seem to possess even a shred of work ethic while the sun's still up. Hell, I can't even fathom attempting homework when I'm able to see the vivid blue of sky. I even fall asleep quickly when Mr. Sol beams down his lovely radiation. But at night? Hello, Mr. Insomniac.
It's like........I'm a vampire. I know, I know. I'm not going to die that easily with sunlight, and just because I don't like garlic raw doesn't mean it'll kill me. But I never seem to feel quite......alive......until night shades sky with scintillating black, black like restless sleep. And I sure as hell am not able to become productive until then. [And sometimes, I feel like hitting the streets for the hunt........]----------------------
Mother dear was reading the Penn waitlist letter one day, showing disgruntled signs of "how-dare-you-apply-to-Penn-in-the-first-place-and-not-get-in", and the next day it *mysteriously* disappeared. Now, I can't fill out that tiny card that says I'll remain on their waitlist, which is swell 'cuz I suspect topher has already decided on the H. The big H.
Like so:H!
It's like........I'm a vampire. I know, I know. I'm not going to die that easily with sunlight, and just because I don't like garlic raw doesn't mean it'll kill me. But I never seem to feel quite......alive......until night shades sky with scintillating black, black like restless sleep. And I sure as hell am not able to become productive until then. [And sometimes, I feel like hitting the streets for the hunt........]----------------------
Mother dear was reading the Penn waitlist letter one day, showing disgruntled signs of "how-dare-you-apply-to-Penn-in-the-first-place-and-not-get-in", and the next day it *mysteriously* disappeared. Now, I can't fill out that tiny card that says I'll remain on their waitlist, which is swell 'cuz I suspect topher has already decided on the H. The big H.
Like so:H!