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Ugh. This essay is not flowing as well as the Sir Gawain one did.. It's nearing 7, and I'm watching a parrot sing on Ellen. He's one soulful parrot.
Eddie is lying next to me, offering moral support by sleeping. Too bad he hasn't finished reading Great Expectations because that really would be helpful. Oh that Poodle, and his unhelpful ways. I had other things I wanted to say that have been formulating in my mind all day, but I suppose they will have to wait as I embark on my night long journey of essay writing. Why do I do this to myself? XD I think I like it. The thrill of, 'will I finish?' But fast writing isn't always the best on the grades.
Fun, Fun.
PS: I want to marry the Cadbury chocolate man. You know the guy with the ruffled brown hair? XD
Eddie is lying next to me, offering moral support by sleeping. Too bad he hasn't finished reading Great Expectations because that really would be helpful. Oh that Poodle, and his unhelpful ways. I had other things I wanted to say that have been formulating in my mind all day, but I suppose they will have to wait as I embark on my night long journey of essay writing. Why do I do this to myself? XD I think I like it. The thrill of, 'will I finish?' But fast writing isn't always the best on the grades.
Fun, Fun.
PS: I want to marry the Cadbury chocolate man. You know the guy with the ruffled brown hair? XD