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until friday night, i thought i was somehow incapable of extended writing. i seem to have a history of getting to around 800 words and having my brain shut down entirely. i didn't think i could ever write something over 3000 words.
and then? then gabe saporta kicked me in the arse and i wrote half a ridiculous fanfic worth 3500 words on friday night and saturday afternoon. despite the fact that it is GLORIOUSLY pornographic, that is not the important part.
the important part?
despite having my brain committed to writing some seriously hilarious porn, i still managed to write 2850 words exactly of LAST ESSAY EVER in the grand space of TWO DAYS. (i totally added an extra word in to make it even. something didn't sit right with having 2849 words of LAST ESSAY EVER. finality, goddamnit.)
this is even the day that it's due. it was a case of of having to hand it in on the day or fail epically because this one single essay is worth 60% and this course apparently doesn't do extensions or lateness. and i? i handed it in on the day it was due. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE I'VE HANDED SOMETHING IN ON THE DAY IT WAS DUE? A LONG FREAKING TIME AGO, THAT'S HOW LONG. sure, it was two hours and ten minutes late but they never specified a time on the essay sheet and 5pm is a result of my assumption, since that's been the hand-in time for my whole four and a half fucking years of university education.
the fact that i had to break into the building through the fire escape to put it into the right box bears no mind on this detail whatsoever.
i would like to thank starbucks for the three venti mocha light frappucinos i have consumed in the last two days. i would like to thank matt for being my westside crew with pompoms that i may or may not have forced on him. i would like to thank myself for being ridiculously verbose and for adding things that made me laugh ("constant vigilance!"), gay things ("non-normative sexuality means making fun of boys in drag, mocking shirt-lifters and watching hot girls make out") and things designed to make both me and my marker laugh ("while the excuses for the war in iraq are exhaustive in number, all we seem to have done is liberated their people from resources and breathing", oh god i am laughing right now *is fifteen shades of bad person*). i would like to thank nick's mp3 player for picking all my favourite songs to play when i felt i would die of brain block, and i would like to thank nick for letting me hold her mp3 player hostage for so long. i would NOT like to thank pete for picking yesterday to be the day that he tried to forcibly hold patrick in place and mack on his face because that? that was FAR too distracting for my slash-happy brain to handle.
but that's okay. i finished my essay. so long as there's no issues with it being two hours and ten minutes late, i am done. officially, completely done. finally. i should've been done by february 2006, but no. i fucked up. i fucked up long and hard and properly (*snerk* 'that's what she said!'). if there are issues, i will fucking cry for years. but still, it's done.
i am going to celebrate.
i am going to spend the weekend dyeing my hair, seeing matthew bellamy be stupidly hot and getting very, very, VERY drunk.
and then? then gabe saporta kicked me in the arse and i wrote half a ridiculous fanfic worth 3500 words on friday night and saturday afternoon. despite the fact that it is GLORIOUSLY pornographic, that is not the important part.
the important part?
despite having my brain committed to writing some seriously hilarious porn, i still managed to write 2850 words exactly of LAST ESSAY EVER in the grand space of TWO DAYS. (i totally added an extra word in to make it even. something didn't sit right with having 2849 words of LAST ESSAY EVER. finality, goddamnit.)
this is even the day that it's due. it was a case of of having to hand it in on the day or fail epically because this one single essay is worth 60% and this course apparently doesn't do extensions or lateness. and i? i handed it in on the day it was due. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE I'VE HANDED SOMETHING IN ON THE DAY IT WAS DUE? A LONG FREAKING TIME AGO, THAT'S HOW LONG. sure, it was two hours and ten minutes late but they never specified a time on the essay sheet and 5pm is a result of my assumption, since that's been the hand-in time for my whole four and a half fucking years of university education.
the fact that i had to break into the building through the fire escape to put it into the right box bears no mind on this detail whatsoever.
i would like to thank starbucks for the three venti mocha light frappucinos i have consumed in the last two days. i would like to thank matt for being my westside crew with pompoms that i may or may not have forced on him. i would like to thank myself for being ridiculously verbose and for adding things that made me laugh ("constant vigilance!"), gay things ("non-normative sexuality means making fun of boys in drag, mocking shirt-lifters and watching hot girls make out") and things designed to make both me and my marker laugh ("while the excuses for the war in iraq are exhaustive in number, all we seem to have done is liberated their people from resources and breathing", oh god i am laughing right now *is fifteen shades of bad person*). i would like to thank nick's mp3 player for picking all my favourite songs to play when i felt i would die of brain block, and i would like to thank nick for letting me hold her mp3 player hostage for so long. i would NOT like to thank pete for picking yesterday to be the day that he tried to forcibly hold patrick in place and mack on his face because that? that was FAR too distracting for my slash-happy brain to handle.
but that's okay. i finished my essay. so long as there's no issues with it being two hours and ten minutes late, i am done. officially, completely done. finally. i should've been done by february 2006, but no. i fucked up. i fucked up long and hard and properly (*snerk* 'that's what she said!'). if there are issues, i will fucking cry for years. but still, it's done.
i am going to celebrate.
i am going to spend the weekend dyeing my hair, seeing matthew bellamy be stupidly hot and getting very, very, VERY drunk.