February 2012
175 posts
Finally getting down to write my essay. Why can’t I just tell Ken what I thought, how I worked and what helped? That would be so much easier. Then again, this essay is easier to write than last term’s. This one is just flying out of me. I need to cite more and actually sound intellectual and not just ‘I liked this, this was helpful’ …. 6 year old?
Shine a light through an open door, love and life I will divide. Turn away cause I need you more, feel the heartbeat in my mind. It’s the way I’m feeling, I just can’t deny; but I gotta let it go.
That amazing moment when you finally sit down to do your essay, the day before it’s due, and have lost the most important book you need. What the fuck?!
Arrrrgh. Not even in the mood to write this fucker. Would very much like to lock myself in my room all day and not emerge. What’s wrong with my mood lately? Everything’s feeling a bit … blah.
“You’re holding back” ….what? Why do I have such cryptic friends who don’t tell me what they mean? And then proceed to say I’m not telling them about my feelings … um what? What is wrong people?!
At once I knew, I was not magnificent.
I think we found something oh so new, all the things we say, all the things we do. Let’s run away from all the misery, yeah just you and me. Everybody thinks about what they only touch and see. Why can’t we just care about all the things that come for free? So give it up, give it up, give it up baby when will all this ever end? Give it up baby, give it up baby why does everyone...
Excellent day planned ahead. Go out for lunch, go to the beach, do a bit of food shopping then write my essay. Pretty happy with that.
