Free Writing
My friggin' hand is about to fall off. I spent most of the morning feverishly attempting to finish my homework - a task in which I still have not finished. I can already feel the formation of blisters and callouses coming to a head. Hey, where did that term come from anyway? What up with that? I'm hungry already. I guess I'll get a sammich or something on my break. I wish is was now. I dread attempting to write about Civil Disobedience. I guess if I lived in the woods for 2 years with nothing to do but write, I'd also be able to come up with a 20+ page essay about how corrupt the government is. But, like, if you're all hermity and on the lake and shit would the corruption of the government even affect you? Ow. My hand hurts. I need a fucking break from writing. For serious. Jess is being loud with butcher paper. Blah. What the hell is she doing? Okay. I guess she is handing out one piece of retardedly loud butcher paper to each of us.