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Jenna
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THIS is due tomorrow:
"Sometimes coming in contact with an artistic work (reading a particular novel or poem, ***hearing a song, seeing a painting, or watching a movie or theater production) can make us see reality from a different perspective than we did before. Your assignment is to write a 350-word essay in which you briefly explain how to such an experience either momentarily or lastingly caused your personal perspective on life to be altered."
BLAH!
I picked a song (15_Stories by Jump_Little_Children) but that's as far as I've gotten.
Today was one of those days where the sky refuses to just open up and let the water out, so it comes down in a slow fog all day and you have to walk to class and you get all gross and clammy and damp. Your_umbrella_can't_help_you_now.
My legs hurt from being under a desk all the time. And I mean all_the_time. If in my room and not sleeping I'm at my desk working on some hogwash, like the busy work above.
(It's for a *study skills* class by the way. As if I don't have enough pointless work to do. BLEH!)
My shoulders hurt TREMENDOUSLY and I don't know why, and I am starting to have headaches all the time. I feel sick constantly since having the flu last week. Not something normal, like a cold, but weird stomachaches that have no explaination.
I feel overwhelmed by everything (see hanging_on_for_dear_life) and I just want to go to sleep for awhile, and wake up when things are sunnier, deadlines loom off in the distance instead of right in front of me, and I have the support of a few close people instead of it being me_against_the_world.
is ranting as usual~
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ClairE
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It went over sixty degrees but I wore my lined raincoat, everything was wet and I went to bed as the sun came out, I'd been awake for nine hours and I had slept forever and I couldn't keep track of time, couldn't remember if it was night or day, had one paper or another due, my room went too hot or too cold, my heart wouldn't stop pounding no matter how still I sat and I almost blacked out, I couldn't find my keys and I couldn't remember how to type, I am hoping my heart doesn't stop remembering how to beat because I just have to make it to the end of the week and I can't lose my way this far into the game.
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ever dumbening
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the solitude of all_nighters
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