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So, yeah, it is 1:02 PM, this paper is due at 4:30 and I just finished. All fifteen damn pages. No secondary sources, all my bullshit.
BUZZKILL, CAN I NAP NOW |
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| I do, I do!
- Roman Art & Archeology
- Imperial Russia, 1682-1825
- Critical Reviewing
- Human Memory
- Geography of World Religions
- Intro to Sociology
Oh ho ho, it seems that I will not have class on Tuesdays or Thursdays next semester.
So, does anyone want to write a research paper comparing newspaper articles focusing on protests in Missouri of the Vietnam War with personal accounts? And add in some literary criticism for good measure? No? Oh, okay.
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-- I'M 21.
More on that later. <3
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| --TO XANGA.
It's bat shit crazy dream time. So, I was chosen to play the role of Stephen Colbert in this Daily Show musical that actually had a very serious tone. My main solo was like, a requiem or something about Jon Stewart at his funeral (JON DIES FOR SOME REASON). Now, while we were rehearsing, ZOMBIES ATTACK, and my weapon is a branch shaped like a fist that I use to destroy the brains of the walking dead. The director starts a fire and tells us to keep on rehearsing. I tell her she's lame but I'm forced to sing my solo anyway. MEANWHILE, my cat's a zombie, I have to put people in wheel barrels to save them, and for some reason this Daily Show musical takes place in the 1800s or something.
THAT WAS MY DREAM LAST NIGHT. I blame The Zombie Survival Guide for some of it. I, I kinda wish zombies were real, because then I'd be so prepared.
On a bitter sweet note, the kid saved today in the wave pool is breathing on his own in the hospital. Good, good, good.
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| GO HERE FOR BLOG TYPE THINGS FROM ME, IT'S PRETTIER:
http://titteringtonopolis.vox.com/
THAAAANKS
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