Doing my part to fill the internet with junk...
Honestly, why do I keep posting every little inane thing that passes through my mind?
Mostly because I'm procrastinating, I think, and lj is the perfect place to do so...
I just reread the last entry. Buahahah, I can't ever see myself being able to do all that. I wake up in the morning, and I'm all enthusiastic and ready to work. Then I actually get out of bed and nothing happens...Reading these textbooks bore me half to death. Math teacher still incoherent. Gave us another homework on things not covered in class. I'm sensing a pattern here, and I think I'll have to make the effort to study the book myself before tackling his assignment questions. Blech. Also, English essay due soon...no idea what to write about and how to tackle it either. I think I just want to be a bum and write.
I kinda wish winter would get here already. It's all dark and wet outside. It's been so for the past few days. But on Thursday, when the rain let up a bit, I went outside to walk on the hill behind the school. It was coldly beautiful, and I played with the dew on the blades of grass, shattering the droplets into smaller droplets, and letting them glint and glow inthe greyish light. Then I just shuffled my way through the soggy brown-red leaves. The maples here are diseased this year, their leaves are covered with these black spots, but the leaves of this particular tree (I'm not sure what it was) were intact and very pretty.
*is rambling again*
Man, FDD is trying to kill me...What is the meaning of this new (old) version it's thrown at me? It's almost like a different story with different characters, but it's actually an older incarnation of the current version. That's what happens when you try to write down a story that's been with you for close to eight years.
Guess I should go and try to get one of my essays done, at least...
Mostly because I'm procrastinating, I think, and lj is the perfect place to do so...
I just reread the last entry. Buahahah, I can't ever see myself being able to do all that. I wake up in the morning, and I'm all enthusiastic and ready to work. Then I actually get out of bed and nothing happens...Reading these textbooks bore me half to death. Math teacher still incoherent. Gave us another homework on things not covered in class. I'm sensing a pattern here, and I think I'll have to make the effort to study the book myself before tackling his assignment questions. Blech. Also, English essay due soon...no idea what to write about and how to tackle it either. I think I just want to be a bum and write.
I kinda wish winter would get here already. It's all dark and wet outside. It's been so for the past few days. But on Thursday, when the rain let up a bit, I went outside to walk on the hill behind the school. It was coldly beautiful, and I played with the dew on the blades of grass, shattering the droplets into smaller droplets, and letting them glint and glow inthe greyish light. Then I just shuffled my way through the soggy brown-red leaves. The maples here are diseased this year, their leaves are covered with these black spots, but the leaves of this particular tree (I'm not sure what it was) were intact and very pretty.
*is rambling again*
Man, FDD is trying to kill me...What is the meaning of this new (old) version it's thrown at me? It's almost like a different story with different characters, but it's actually an older incarnation of the current version. That's what happens when you try to write down a story that's been with you for close to eight years.
Guess I should go and try to get one of my essays done, at least...