I've decided that writing about not writing a paper for class is a better use of my time than actually writing the paper. A foot long essay, I have a ruler laying against my parchment and it reads *looks over* exactly two inches. Wow, this is wicked depressing. I do not believe that I can go on, okay that is an exaggeration but you understand my ( Read more... )

What a Beautiful Mess this is  its like we're picking up trash in dresses

(ooc: song Beautiful Mess, Jason Mraz

-I wrote this bit the other day it randomly came to me-

Am I another Casualty?
In the battle you're fighting?
You're your own worse enemy,
At war with yourself, but you can't see.

And I can't stand to watch,
You're, coming, coming fast,
Everywhere you go it seems that lighting strikes and then you crash,
I don't know how you do it,
It always ends the same,
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Ever notice how when you don't know an answer to an question the teacher calls on you? It drives me absolutely mad, if I knew the answer I would raise my hand into the air way up high so the teacher could see me clearly.

This happened to me just yesterday I was sitting in class in the uncomfortable, wooden seat drifting off, which I admit I have a ( Read more... )