Thursday, December 10, 2009
generic
1. i am writing a blog entry, to my own detriment and failure of course, as i have an econ paper to write and a math test tomorrow. this blog entry would not even make sense. this blog entry would not be filled with superfluous words, profound enigmas and meanings or my attempt to decode, if not, encrypt the rather imperative facets in life. this entry, as generic as it may be, will be mostly of my current rants. so bear with me.
2. i stayed up until three am last night with my economics textbook in front of me. yes, i do read my economics text book during my spare time. yes, sometimes i do agree that i don't have anything that much resembles a life at all. it took me three hours to print a total of fifteen pages last night. what about coffee you ask? there comes a time when four mugs of coffee will eventually be adequate enough to suffice. mother is now cutting me off on my coffee intake, and i am simply useless.
3. this morning i found out that i stained my kate spade pencil case. of course if mother finds out, she would literally and to a great (harsh) extent, wring my neck. so, upon reaching home, i desperately tried to get rid of the stain. ten wet wipes water, the stain is seemingly gone. another day save, thanks to the power of wet wipes
4. the only thing that solely made me happy today was receiving an email from the university of chicago, asking about my interest in their psychology program. the email was unexpected, but made me quite happy for a bit.
5. due to my extreme lack of sleep, mother let me sleep in and go to school after break. i was immediately ushered into the tu and given a detention. in order to wriggle my way out of that, i had to call my mom and ask her to fax the school a letter, ensuring them that i did not skip the first two periods of school (as if).
6. i have math lessons in about five minutes and i have only written five sentences for my econ paper.
7. and now i have decided that although blogging is a perfectly legitimate reason to escape homework hysteria, it is nevertheless procrastination, and i shall stop and resort to doing my econ paper.
8. sometimes i think about what it'll be like if you were still here. but then what you are, it never was. and all i have is a frayed image of perfection, shattered and ripped into pieces, as i find my way back towards shore.
superfluos enough? this will simply have to do (for the while).
i love you most ardently, 7:24 PM.
