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he says with looks of sterness....hmm...sterness.....don't like the way that one turned out.....
he says with glowering glances..........nope....that one doesn't work either.....
he says with a reproachful gaze........ooo....yep...that one will do.
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hahaha, i don't like seeing this when I'm procrastinating.
you sound the way my mom should sound.
i worked till 11 last night.
for some reason i think better late at night, even when I am tired.
and if it's in the morning, forget about anything making sense.
not that stuff makes sense ever, but in the morning, I am worse.
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reproachful gaze, definately:)
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just a friendly poke is all.
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no worries.
i don't want to write it though.
doar, i think i might pretend the dead rose i have sitting in front of my mirror is you and imagine that you are always giving me advice and reminding me to get to work. you can be my motivator and you won't even have to do anything!
hehehe, my mind is disintegrating into little pieces of plastic with occassional electric impulses passing through.
enough to keep me alive and partially rational, but not enough to make me smart and full of paperyish type words. so here i am on blather wasting away my precious time and i will go to bed without my paper finished and will wake up in the morning wishing i had no computer access and wondering what it was like when i got enough sleep about five years ago. then i will proceed to say, oh shit, my paper is due and i still only have three of my five pages written! then i will furiously write in calculus, putting off the lesson to another day, write even more furiously in study hall and my words will flow like a lava from a volcano in my government class and i will get to english and still only have three pages!
i will realize that only our rough draft is due and while everyone else is turning in there eight pages that just poured out of them while they were sitting in class doing nothing, that they all plagiarized and that i am the only one who did any of my own work and that i should recieve a gold medal! but when i go to receive the prize, there is an earthquake and i fall in the crack and spin and spirall to the middle of the earth burning slowly along the way until i explode into flames and become one with the universe. my paper will be ruined and i will get a horrible grade, but it won't matter because i won't be there to care!
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hehe writing like a whirlwind through classes for one paper....its been ages since i experienced that mad, single-focussed desperation :)
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