Another all-night grading blitz. I hope to God I finish. It's looking grim.

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.

I have to force myself to grade. It's terrible.

I've been rewarding myself by listening to songs every few students.

Zomg! BLACK FRIDAY BLOWOUTS.

If I see or hear this phrase one more time, I will scream.

Blowouts are for fuses and poopy diapers. Not ~great dills~ on electronics.

Also, DOORBUSTERS.

WHAT.


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Happy Halloween. I was a ladybug:


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Lately, the fad is cupcakes ( Read more... )

cold wind on neck

3 am

the apparition of these faces in the crowd
petals on a wet black bough

It's jawsome, to say the least ( Read more... )

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It was a day of warmed-over chuckles, smatterings of applause, and...Vans and Nikes sticking out from beneath corseted, crushed velvet gowns. Wait, what ( Read more... )

This journal shall henceforth serve as a tomb.

But thank you for reading it up until this point.