I don't even know, guys.
Apr. 7th, 2008 05:35 pmI was avoiding working on my final American Lit paper when I found a story I started to write last year, ripped off of based on a popular children's book.
( I call it 'The Extremely Voracious College Student.' )
Also, found in a file called "youwinuniverse":
Not that this is indicative of the progress I'm making on this essay. Or anything.Besides, I'm playing Minesweeper.
ETA: Overheard in the living room a few minutes ago.
"I saw him today, and all I could think about was his sperm."
... UM.
( I call it 'The Extremely Voracious College Student.' )
Also, found in a file called "youwinuniverse":
Every now and again I sigh wistfully to myself and think of how nice it would be to take some time- a week, a month, ten years, no biggie- to just sit down and write something I could really be proud of. No excuses, no interruptions, no problem.
Then I realize that in the middle of just thinking that, I took a twenty-minute break to play Solitaire.
Not that this is indicative of the progress I'm making on this essay. Or anything.
ETA: Overheard in the living room a few minutes ago.
"I saw him today, and all I could think about was his sperm."
... UM.