so close yet sooooo far away
2 papers and a final down, 1 paper and a final left. Will it never end!!!! I have just spent the last two days doing more paper writing than i have ever done. Actually that is a lie. I always wait till the last minute to write papers. Im not to worried about it. Anyways today is Rob Logans birthday and im sad i couldnt go out with them. My roomate is still gone im sure she is totally wasted having fun. So jealous. No puking tomorrow Ash.
I got a really nice phone call today from someone I haven't talked to in a few weeks. It was nice hearing from him. When i get phone calls from people back at home it always makes me want to go home sooner than May. I miss the guys.
I made meatloaf today it was really good. So good that 3 hours later I am still burping it up. I now have enough food to last me till I go home on wednesday.
Actually ill be in the area on Sat. Im doing some family thing with David. Should be quite fun. I got invited to my dads family x-mas too on Sat. Id invite David but I know he wont go. So I'll save myself the arguement. Below is one section I needed to include in this last paper I wrote. The point was to imitate a book we read. The book was about paranoia.
May first of this year was the day I discovered it. I remember the day very well. I was walking down the north side of South Street just to the corner to mail an important letter I had written for my great grandmother in South Dakota. I had made this walk many times before because I didn’t trust the outgoing mailbox in my building. I preferred the government official box. Something was different though on this day. It all started when I left the stoop of my apartment building. I began to notice things. Little things at first like the white car parallel parked in front of my neighbor George’s house. George didn’t own a white car. Nor did he know how to parallel park. I also noticed how freshly cut Miss Duncan’s grass was. She only cuts her grass on Mondays and it was Thursday. As I approached the mailbox I decided that I didn’t want to mail my letter. I had the weirdest feeling about it but decided the letter wasn’t that important anyways. I made a quick decision and bolted down the street past the freshly cut grass and the white car to my apartment door. My heart was beating fast, I needed to get inside. I fumbled with my keys first unlocking the deadbolt, then the three other locks I had installed the Wednesday prior. When I got inside I locked the doors behind me and ran to the back closet I used for storage. It is there I sat for nearly 4 days. It was there in that 4 by 3 foot closet space that I discovered their secret. They were after me.
I think it is because of something I did. Or maybe they are looking for me because of something that I will do. I bet they can tell the future. Yes, that’s it. I’m being punished not for something that I did but for something I will do. Oh these guys are good. I need to be careful. From this point forward I need to boil my water before I drink it and check behind the shower curtain before I take a piss. I bet they have cameras in my apartment. What if my cell phone is bugged? I must only make calls if it is an extreme emergency. I wonder what it is that I will do. Is it possible that I have premeditated a crime that I will someday commit without knowing right now what that crime is and that they already know? It doesn’t matter if it’s possible I need to be prepared. Maybe it’s not a crime I commit maybe they are after me because I know their secret, because I have figured out the system.
I like it and it deserves a 4.0. Id share my other examples but if you read them you will think I am the biggest freak and pervert in the world. Therefore I will save myself the embarrasment.
I got a really nice phone call today from someone I haven't talked to in a few weeks. It was nice hearing from him. When i get phone calls from people back at home it always makes me want to go home sooner than May. I miss the guys.
I made meatloaf today it was really good. So good that 3 hours later I am still burping it up. I now have enough food to last me till I go home on wednesday.
Actually ill be in the area on Sat. Im doing some family thing with David. Should be quite fun. I got invited to my dads family x-mas too on Sat. Id invite David but I know he wont go. So I'll save myself the arguement. Below is one section I needed to include in this last paper I wrote. The point was to imitate a book we read. The book was about paranoia.
May first of this year was the day I discovered it. I remember the day very well. I was walking down the north side of South Street just to the corner to mail an important letter I had written for my great grandmother in South Dakota. I had made this walk many times before because I didn’t trust the outgoing mailbox in my building. I preferred the government official box. Something was different though on this day. It all started when I left the stoop of my apartment building. I began to notice things. Little things at first like the white car parallel parked in front of my neighbor George’s house. George didn’t own a white car. Nor did he know how to parallel park. I also noticed how freshly cut Miss Duncan’s grass was. She only cuts her grass on Mondays and it was Thursday. As I approached the mailbox I decided that I didn’t want to mail my letter. I had the weirdest feeling about it but decided the letter wasn’t that important anyways. I made a quick decision and bolted down the street past the freshly cut grass and the white car to my apartment door. My heart was beating fast, I needed to get inside. I fumbled with my keys first unlocking the deadbolt, then the three other locks I had installed the Wednesday prior. When I got inside I locked the doors behind me and ran to the back closet I used for storage. It is there I sat for nearly 4 days. It was there in that 4 by 3 foot closet space that I discovered their secret. They were after me.
I think it is because of something I did. Or maybe they are looking for me because of something that I will do. I bet they can tell the future. Yes, that’s it. I’m being punished not for something that I did but for something I will do. Oh these guys are good. I need to be careful. From this point forward I need to boil my water before I drink it and check behind the shower curtain before I take a piss. I bet they have cameras in my apartment. What if my cell phone is bugged? I must only make calls if it is an extreme emergency. I wonder what it is that I will do. Is it possible that I have premeditated a crime that I will someday commit without knowing right now what that crime is and that they already know? It doesn’t matter if it’s possible I need to be prepared. Maybe it’s not a crime I commit maybe they are after me because I know their secret, because I have figured out the system.
I like it and it deserves a 4.0. Id share my other examples but if you read them you will think I am the biggest freak and pervert in the world. Therefore I will save myself the embarrasment.