I should be studying. I should be studying. I should be studying.
Ok, now that you know how guilty I feel about not studying at the moment, you should know that I studied all of last night and all of this morning for a midterm today, and while I justify my not studying by saying that I have already done so, all that studying is worth rot now as I should be gearing up for tomorrow's midterm. Yes, that was one sentence, no, you shouldn't judge.
Yes, it is that twice annual event of midterms once again! Yippee! Oh wait, not yippee. Yippee connotes a sense of joy and happiness with much froth. That is not exactly the emotion I wish to strive to convey at this moment in time.
Perhaps I had better say something along the lines of... Blast! Blast because I want to blast this midterm out of the water. Blast because I want to communicate the strong veracital emotion with which I shall destroy this midterm. Blast because... well... you get the point.
Tomorrow afternoon I shall be taking midterm 4 of 5. You may be thinking to yourself, oh, well, if it's number 4 of 5, then she's already taken 3 and knows what she's doing.
Make my insides quake with sarcastic mirth.
This midterm that I shall be blasting left and right on the morrow is actually one for which I know not how to study!
Oh, but it'll be alright, won't it? I mean, it can't really be that bad, can it?
Sure. Whatever helps you dream of little lambs hopping picket fences with double rainbows glistening overhead.
And now that I have procrastinated with muchlaughing blasting and joy sarcastic mirth, I shall strive to make sense of various family structure development theories. It should be great fun.
Ok, now that you know how guilty I feel about not studying at the moment, you should know that I studied all of last night and all of this morning for a midterm today, and while I justify my not studying by saying that I have already done so, all that studying is worth rot now as I should be gearing up for tomorrow's midterm. Yes, that was one sentence, no, you shouldn't judge.
Yes, it is that twice annual event of midterms once again! Yippee! Oh wait, not yippee. Yippee connotes a sense of joy and happiness with much froth. That is not exactly the emotion I wish to strive to convey at this moment in time.
Perhaps I had better say something along the lines of... Blast! Blast because I want to blast this midterm out of the water. Blast because I want to communicate the strong veracital emotion with which I shall destroy this midterm. Blast because... well... you get the point.
Tomorrow afternoon I shall be taking midterm 4 of 5. You may be thinking to yourself, oh, well, if it's number 4 of 5, then she's already taken 3 and knows what she's doing.
Make my insides quake with sarcastic mirth.
This midterm that I shall be blasting left and right on the morrow is actually one for which I know not how to study!
Oh, but it'll be alright, won't it? I mean, it can't really be that bad, can it?
Sure. Whatever helps you dream of little lambs hopping picket fences with double rainbows glistening overhead.
And now that I have procrastinated with much
