I should tell you..I should.. NO!
okay, after thouroughly mourning the death of my essay, I slept on it, grew from it, bottled up pools of resentment towards technology that will undoubtably come back to haunt me in the future, and now I starting over..so be sure to look for the confounded thing soon.
The begining of the intro to the essay that died stated something as the folowing like- Watching celebrity black jack last night taught me a number of unpleasant things, and perhaps a few happy ones too. The first of the like being- I have no idea how to play nor even follow a game of black jack. Truly, If I were to suddenly become famous and choose to be a contestant on that show, in order to win money for my favorite charity or orginization, the PETA and all of its assosiates would be SCREWED. Learning the concept of it was worth hearing Hal sparks shout 'Puppy killer!!' and to hear Melissa Joan Hart refered to as 'Sabrina the teenage bitch' (I totally thought of that first, lady).
Long down the line of card game retrospection, I pondered the link between 2 things that often meet on the teenage/young adult life span: depression and celebrity obsesesion. ::insert essay here::
oh but, I CAN'T insert the essay there, because thanks to a rediculous escuse for a memory board, It is no longer a written essay, It is a dead essay. But I will re-write, oh yes, fate will not win here...::grumble grumble grumble::
yesterday also brought me to realise that Zoe Trope (the author of Please don't kill the freshman) has a livejournal, Which is really exciting, because that was such an amazing book, andI'm sur emuch of my writing after reading it was in a mock-trope style. because writing tends to adapt to all of the authors around you. I wrote an essay on that once, and IT WASN'T DELETED.
::Resentment::
The begining of the intro to the essay that died stated something as the folowing like- Watching celebrity black jack last night taught me a number of unpleasant things, and perhaps a few happy ones too. The first of the like being- I have no idea how to play nor even follow a game of black jack. Truly, If I were to suddenly become famous and choose to be a contestant on that show, in order to win money for my favorite charity or orginization, the PETA and all of its assosiates would be SCREWED. Learning the concept of it was worth hearing Hal sparks shout 'Puppy killer!!' and to hear Melissa Joan Hart refered to as 'Sabrina the teenage bitch' (I totally thought of that first, lady).
Long down the line of card game retrospection, I pondered the link between 2 things that often meet on the teenage/young adult life span: depression and celebrity obsesesion. ::insert essay here::
oh but, I CAN'T insert the essay there, because thanks to a rediculous escuse for a memory board, It is no longer a written essay, It is a dead essay. But I will re-write, oh yes, fate will not win here...::grumble grumble grumble::
yesterday also brought me to realise that Zoe Trope (the author of Please don't kill the freshman) has a livejournal, Which is really exciting, because that was such an amazing book, andI'm sur emuch of my writing after reading it was in a mock-trope style. because writing tends to adapt to all of the authors around you. I wrote an essay on that once, and IT WASN'T DELETED.
::Resentment::