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theres no way i'm finishing the 15-some odd chapters in charlotte temple for english 470. i hope i don't have a quiz tomorrow. i'm too busy working on this discourse transcription analysis for godforsaken english 305. yeah, i put it off til the last second, but this is what college students, let alone english majors, do. i finished the first two phases of the paper; now i'm on the final one, which is writing a 1 1/2 - 2 (clearly, i'm writing just barely 1 1/2) page analysis. its doesn't sound bad, except that the 1 1/2 - 2 pages is SINGLE SPACED. who asks for single spaced pages? this is college man! but first, because i've hit a wall, i need to warm up. my mind usually works better after i've been writing on something, particularly the blog. my mind also usually works better while i'm listening to techno of some sort, but the stuff tends to come out disjointed. so right now i'm listening to the current favorite, mims - this is why i'm hot. the song is the same shit over and over again, but its an incredible club song, and like the guy in the song says, "i don't gotta rap, i can sell a mil sayin nothin on the track." nuff said.
so i'm gonna type random shit to get my mind fired up. let's see how many tangents i can go off of:
i want to go to the bar tomorrow. or the club, whatever. ricks is a combination of both. i've burned lots of money at the bar/club scene already and i haven't even gone often enough yet to consider it a regular thing. shit. oh well. at least the sun is out. but it's raining. fucking bullshit. april showers may bring may flowers, but they piss me off nonetheless. i'm not a chick, i don't need flowers. i can just buy some from a fucking florist. of course, the last time i did that, it was a complete waste of money.
(those roses deserved better.)
in the midwest they take it slow. drive slow homie. foreigners, particularly british, think americans speak english too fast and our speech is too cluttered. at least we don't call fries chips. and thank goodness we don't call french fries freedom fries anymore. i just fucking call them fries.
another very good song that i haven't heard yet in the club that would be great for it is freaky by juelz santana. i just want to blast this shit in my car. last time i saw alan branch in the club and sohail regularly sees football players there. i wonder who'll be next? adrian arrington shaking his ass at the club? oh wait, he got kicked off the team so it doesn't matter.
good, let's get the boat rockin'. rock the boat, don't sink the ship. shortie, take your pick, who you leavin with?
ok, we ready
paper write activate generate actuate initiate energize on start begin commence go
FAIL (I DONT WANT TO WRITE THIS SHIT!)
theres no way i'm finishing the 15-some odd chapters in charlotte temple for english 470. i hope i don't have a quiz tomorrow. i'm too busy working on this discourse transcription analysis for godforsaken english 305. yeah, i put it off til the last second, but this is what college students, let alone english majors, do. i finished the first two phases of the paper; now i'm on the final one, which is writing a 1 1/2 - 2 (clearly, i'm writing just barely 1 1/2) page analysis. its doesn't sound bad, except that the 1 1/2 - 2 pages is SINGLE SPACED. who asks for single spaced pages? this is college man! but first, because i've hit a wall, i need to warm up. my mind usually works better after i've been writing on something, particularly the blog. my mind also usually works better while i'm listening to techno of some sort, but the stuff tends to come out disjointed. so right now i'm listening to the current favorite, mims - this is why i'm hot. the song is the same shit over and over again, but its an incredible club song, and like the guy in the song says, "i don't gotta rap, i can sell a mil sayin nothin on the track." nuff said.
so i'm gonna type random shit to get my mind fired up. let's see how many tangents i can go off of:
i want to go to the bar tomorrow. or the club, whatever. ricks is a combination of both. i've burned lots of money at the bar/club scene already and i haven't even gone often enough yet to consider it a regular thing. shit. oh well. at least the sun is out. but it's raining. fucking bullshit. april showers may bring may flowers, but they piss me off nonetheless. i'm not a chick, i don't need flowers. i can just buy some from a fucking florist. of course, the last time i did that, it was a complete waste of money.
(those roses deserved better.)
in the midwest they take it slow. drive slow homie. foreigners, particularly british, think americans speak english too fast and our speech is too cluttered. at least we don't call fries chips. and thank goodness we don't call french fries freedom fries anymore. i just fucking call them fries.
another very good song that i haven't heard yet in the club that would be great for it is freaky by juelz santana. i just want to blast this shit in my car. last time i saw alan branch in the club and sohail regularly sees football players there. i wonder who'll be next? adrian arrington shaking his ass at the club? oh wait, he got kicked off the team so it doesn't matter.
good, let's get the boat rockin'. rock the boat, don't sink the ship. shortie, take your pick, who you leavin with?
ok, we ready
paper write activate generate actuate initiate energize on start begin commence go
FAIL (I DONT WANT TO WRITE THIS SHIT!)
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