This isn't worth your time... it wasn't even worth mine
Positive attitudes, possitive attitudes, and cheerful hearts... i think that is how it goes?
I have an 18 page paper due in 57 minutes.
I have been "working" on this since sunday.
It's tuesday.
I have written almost a full 2 pages.
It is now due in 53 minutes.
I have read every blog that i normally read today, as opposed to writing this paper.
It is now due in 52 minutes.
I live 45 minutes from school.
I have 7 minutes to write and cite 16 pages of information on Prison Terms and Sentencing: how long, and are they effective. Making sure to focus on Criminal Law and not Corrections.
I might start crying soon.
I am keeping a positive attitude because Thanksgiving was spectactular, also it is almost Christmas.
During Christmas vacation, I plan on doing very little aside from things that make me happy, namely eating, drinking, sleeping a lot, and... well other things that make me happy. But I still have to get through these next few days before the vacation starts.
I am crying now.
It is now due... I'm still home.
What is wrong with me?
I am trying to keep a positive attitude today. Even though i stayed awake until 4 a.m. and was woke up at 5.47 a.m. by what could only be described as two dump trucks fucking outside my bedroom window, cheered on by a gaggle of immigrants, screaming in a foreign tongue about something (apparently) very important. Even though I think I have seriously damaged my left hand because my friends and I got into a fight - a small skirmish, really - over the break and I now have a shooting pain between the knuckles of my middle finger and ring finger which makes it difficult to play my geetar and (gasp!) type (that’s all I can really say about that, aside from it was pretty fucking awesome and I still got it, baby). I am keeping a positive attitude because a little bird (by that i mean a big fucking dude name tommy) told me it may snow soon. I am keeping a positive attitude because, well basically if i dont i might start crying again soon. The next step for me could only be bed wetting, and noone wants that.
Drinking is awesome. Normally on this here site, I try to take bragging about boozing and make it an art form. Anyone can talk about the stupid shit they did while drunk, but I (in my humble opinion) take this up a notch by not only telling what I did when drunk, but also by throwing in a big word or two, using a ton of run on sentences and parentheses, and comparing my bird to a diminutive household object. Not to mention all the casual racism that’s bandied about. This is what makes me special, and this is what makes you keep coming back.
I bring this up only because, well, I intend to get very drunk very soon. Not only for a night, but for a glorious day. It’s a pretty simple concept: spend one day, one whole day from morning until night, getting bombed for no reason. Basically you just clock in and go to work. The glorious day concept was invented as a undetermined amount of time that people drink, for no reason. Not because you are watching a game. not because you just got a raise. not because anything. you just drink. and drink. and drink. until you almost die. then you have a few more and keep going. 24 hours minimum. My friend Meg used to rock the concept called a "glorious day." Obviously, it’s a travesty that she has not yet won the Nobel Prize for coming up with this idea. Over the next month, i intend on having 7 glorious days. (that's not true at all) ( i can handle one a month if that) The weekend of January 19th will be a glorious day/weekend. for me anyways.
So my task is simple: make it to class and turn in this God forsaken paper. At that point, I can load up on the Xanax, pass out, and wake up in the great Pacific Northwest, an area of the country that I might love. Let’s all hope that the next few days pass without incident, binge, fight, or accident. Because, after Thanksgiving break, I really need a vacation.
i hope my psychologist doesnt ever read this blog, he will think something is really wrong with me, and we all know that everything is wrong with me, but i have him fooled somehow.
CHIPWICH
I am so retarded. I am so sorry. I wish you hadn't wasted your time on this blog. Please don't hate me.
I have an 18 page paper due in 57 minutes.
I have been "working" on this since sunday.
It's tuesday.
I have written almost a full 2 pages.
It is now due in 53 minutes.
I have read every blog that i normally read today, as opposed to writing this paper.
It is now due in 52 minutes.
I live 45 minutes from school.
I have 7 minutes to write and cite 16 pages of information on Prison Terms and Sentencing: how long, and are they effective. Making sure to focus on Criminal Law and not Corrections.
I might start crying soon.
I am keeping a positive attitude because Thanksgiving was spectactular, also it is almost Christmas.
During Christmas vacation, I plan on doing very little aside from things that make me happy, namely eating, drinking, sleeping a lot, and... well other things that make me happy. But I still have to get through these next few days before the vacation starts.
I am crying now.
It is now due... I'm still home.
What is wrong with me?
I am trying to keep a positive attitude today. Even though i stayed awake until 4 a.m. and was woke up at 5.47 a.m. by what could only be described as two dump trucks fucking outside my bedroom window, cheered on by a gaggle of immigrants, screaming in a foreign tongue about something (apparently) very important. Even though I think I have seriously damaged my left hand because my friends and I got into a fight - a small skirmish, really - over the break and I now have a shooting pain between the knuckles of my middle finger and ring finger which makes it difficult to play my geetar and (gasp!) type (that’s all I can really say about that, aside from it was pretty fucking awesome and I still got it, baby). I am keeping a positive attitude because a little bird (by that i mean a big fucking dude name tommy) told me it may snow soon. I am keeping a positive attitude because, well basically if i dont i might start crying again soon. The next step for me could only be bed wetting, and noone wants that.
Drinking is awesome. Normally on this here site, I try to take bragging about boozing and make it an art form. Anyone can talk about the stupid shit they did while drunk, but I (in my humble opinion) take this up a notch by not only telling what I did when drunk, but also by throwing in a big word or two, using a ton of run on sentences and parentheses, and comparing my bird to a diminutive household object. Not to mention all the casual racism that’s bandied about. This is what makes me special, and this is what makes you keep coming back.
I bring this up only because, well, I intend to get very drunk very soon. Not only for a night, but for a glorious day. It’s a pretty simple concept: spend one day, one whole day from morning until night, getting bombed for no reason. Basically you just clock in and go to work. The glorious day concept was invented as a undetermined amount of time that people drink, for no reason. Not because you are watching a game. not because you just got a raise. not because anything. you just drink. and drink. and drink. until you almost die. then you have a few more and keep going. 24 hours minimum. My friend Meg used to rock the concept called a "glorious day." Obviously, it’s a travesty that she has not yet won the Nobel Prize for coming up with this idea. Over the next month, i intend on having 7 glorious days. (that's not true at all) ( i can handle one a month if that) The weekend of January 19th will be a glorious day/weekend. for me anyways.
So my task is simple: make it to class and turn in this God forsaken paper. At that point, I can load up on the Xanax, pass out, and wake up in the great Pacific Northwest, an area of the country that I might love. Let’s all hope that the next few days pass without incident, binge, fight, or accident. Because, after Thanksgiving break, I really need a vacation.
i hope my psychologist doesnt ever read this blog, he will think something is really wrong with me, and we all know that everything is wrong with me, but i have him fooled somehow.
CHIPWICH
I am so retarded. I am so sorry. I wish you hadn't wasted your time on this blog. Please don't hate me.
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