infinity looks good on you
Having to write papers makes me very creative at wasting time. Normally, I'd just stare blankly off into space, pursue a meaningless conversation, or find a new way to groom myself. However, none of these will cut the mustard when there are papers to write. Instead, I do really mindless things, such as: comparing movie tastes with people on facebook, finding useless factoids to amuse myself with, playing solitaire endlessly, dream about flying kites, and go pee more than I really need to.
I just can't manage to do things unless impending doom is directly in front of me.
So I'm at the mug, as usual. Just saw this mysterious man in my life. I swear, I have to know him from somewhere. That's kinda how we met. We both felt like we had to know each other somehow, but couldn't figure it out. Maybe that whole other life thing exists, and I was a princess. Nah, I was probably an antelope or something. Antelopes are sweet. Princess is better.
(If you haven't already noticed, posting on here is just another tool for procrastination and mindless employment.)
Hm. I'm hungry!
I guess I like Daft Punk so much because when I listen to them, they make me feel like I'm the person I want to be. I'm not sure what that person is, but I feel like I've accomplished the goal when I hear Robot Rock. Maybe I really just want to be a robot...or maybe they connect me back with my Princess Antelope past.
Those were the days. When I could just loaf around the African plains, without a care on my mind except for: finding food, not being food, mate, reproduce, not letting children be food, and finding more food. Then find a comfortable place by the river to die, and let my beautiful princess antelope body decompose to pass onto another life. I would enter into the next life kicking and screaming, pissed off that I was evicted from my mother's womb. Seems a little unfair, right? None of us ask to be alive.
Hmm...ok.
I just can't manage to do things unless impending doom is directly in front of me.
So I'm at the mug, as usual. Just saw this mysterious man in my life. I swear, I have to know him from somewhere. That's kinda how we met. We both felt like we had to know each other somehow, but couldn't figure it out. Maybe that whole other life thing exists, and I was a princess. Nah, I was probably an antelope or something. Antelopes are sweet. Princess is better.
(If you haven't already noticed, posting on here is just another tool for procrastination and mindless employment.)
Hm. I'm hungry!
I guess I like Daft Punk so much because when I listen to them, they make me feel like I'm the person I want to be. I'm not sure what that person is, but I feel like I've accomplished the goal when I hear Robot Rock. Maybe I really just want to be a robot...or maybe they connect me back with my Princess Antelope past.
Those were the days. When I could just loaf around the African plains, without a care on my mind except for: finding food, not being food, mate, reproduce, not letting children be food, and finding more food. Then find a comfortable place by the river to die, and let my beautiful princess antelope body decompose to pass onto another life. I would enter into the next life kicking and screaming, pissed off that I was evicted from my mother's womb. Seems a little unfair, right? None of us ask to be alive.
Hmm...ok.