well, here it is at 4:30 in the morning. I have a 10 page paper due in 8 hours with only 3 pages done. Do you know what i'm doing? I'm surfing the forums! I don't know whether to bash myself or admit that i probably don't care. The forums are SO much more fun that writing lousy english papers. It's not even that hard of an assignment. Just reeeeeeaaaaallllllyyy booring. So, no, i really don't have anything better to do than waste time writing useless rants. I do however have something i should be doing.
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my paper
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but i don't wanna! i just don't wanna! here i am 20 years old and i still need somone to breath down my neck to get me to do anything (thank God for my girl friend, without her i'd probably never do anything beyond this) you'd think i didn't have a life or something (ok, so maybe i don't, but you have to care first) that's one of my philosophies "ignorance is not bliss. Apathy is bliss. because if you don't know, but you care, it's not bliss. but if you JUST DON'T CARE... now there is bliss" but anyways, i've got a little poem i worked up while i should have been taking notes in class but i need a title. if you think of a good one let me know
Eye of red. Skin of Green.
Open the hatch. Oh, wonderous machine.
A leather seat. A blinking light.
Lean back. Get ready. Machine takes flight.
Hear the roar. Feel the power.
Feddie soldiers tremble and cower.
A fight is fought. A battle is won.
To skins of green, victories come.
Return to base amid the cheers.
A friend will buy a round of beers.
Tonight brings sleep. Tomorow a fight.
Who will return, tomorow night?
Yeah i't's cheesy i know, but i was bored. hey, maybe if people like it i might post part of a fanfic i've been working on. ok, so maybe not, but at least i'll tell you what it's about. in MSG the 08th team 3 zaku I's enter the gruilla villa looking for food. i'm telling their story through the eyes of the sole survivor (in my story) of that encounter. you know the guy who torched kiki's house when he jumped out of the villa? well, when Sanders shot his suit, he only blew the arms off,
he didn't actually destroy it and so i say he survived. the skinny weenie who picked up kiki deserved the rpg in the face. but i should shut up now. i have a paper to write. what am i talking about, i just wrote a paper, heck this could be considered a novel
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lol, anyways, hope you liked the poem
"There is the Real World, and it is nice. And then there's math." -Prof. Bevelaqua, U. of N. Dakota, Grand Forks