"Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it, and you'll ask yourself..."
That's right, it's that time again: time to avoid writing an essay for a few hours. So, I filled out a survey. For shame.
Edit: All I want for Christmas is love. In a box.
Edit Edit: Should've known it was too good to be true. That "box" would cost not $35 or so, but rather $200-$300, were it the real thing.
Edit Edit EDIT: I just had a bone-chilling experience. Looking back on the rantings of someone I haven't seen or talked to in a long time, and these rantings at least a year or two old, I had this odd feeling. I felt like I had a need to reach into the past and rescue, or resurrect, this past form (even though I know that this person still exists, grown since then, not in so much apparent need). I wonder, if I had the eyes that I have now, if I would have made some attempt to reach out then. Also, I am reminded once again not to dwell on the past, especially when a paper looms ahead.
Edit: All I want for Christmas is love. In a box.
Edit Edit: Should've known it was too good to be true. That "box" would cost not $35 or so, but rather $200-$300, were it the real thing.
Edit Edit EDIT: I just had a bone-chilling experience. Looking back on the rantings of someone I haven't seen or talked to in a long time, and these rantings at least a year or two old, I had this odd feeling. I felt like I had a need to reach into the past and rescue, or resurrect, this past form (even though I know that this person still exists, grown since then, not in so much apparent need). I wonder, if I had the eyes that I have now, if I would have made some attempt to reach out then. Also, I am reminded once again not to dwell on the past, especially when a paper looms ahead.