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I'm just buzzing here. Seriously. Ergh. Too much caffiene, if there is such a thing. [bounces] Eeee! [runs around] Buzzzzz!
Let's see. I never wrote a villanelle or a sestina for class today. I think this might be the poem I opt out on. I'll write in another form, maybe a triolet or something. And my old ones, I reread them, and yes, they're funny, but dude, they suck ass! Like big time. I thought these were good why? Meh. I need to learn how to write decent poetry. Or how to rewrite the non-decent poetry from three years ago. I had good ideas and no idea how to really make them work. I could try. Maybe. But. Um. Lazy. Yes.
My back hurts a lot, which sucks. I didn't realize it until I was on Iya's bed with her and she decided she really wanted me to lie down so she could lie on my stomach. At that point, I realized my back really hurt. And damn, my dog is heavy. Oh, and the fact that my dog has a bed that she really doesn't need to give back anytime soon unlike the time she claimed my bed as her own. This bed is hers and she's happy about it. Wow, she's really spoiled.
The stories for the TrickC Hiatus Challenge are almost all up and ready to go. After class, I'll go home and fix everything and we can put them up in honour of Mr. Kirkpatrick (not to be confused with Mini Kirkpatrick). It'll be fun for everyone involved, except for maybe my computer. I think it's angry at me. [pouts] I treat Joey well. He should love me back. Bah.
[bounces]
Oh look! It's time for class.
And in honour of our other celebrity birthday, today's listening selections will be all Eminem, all the time. Woo! Angry, white boy!
Let's see. I never wrote a villanelle or a sestina for class today. I think this might be the poem I opt out on. I'll write in another form, maybe a triolet or something. And my old ones, I reread them, and yes, they're funny, but dude, they suck ass! Like big time. I thought these were good why? Meh. I need to learn how to write decent poetry. Or how to rewrite the non-decent poetry from three years ago. I had good ideas and no idea how to really make them work. I could try. Maybe. But. Um. Lazy. Yes.
My back hurts a lot, which sucks. I didn't realize it until I was on Iya's bed with her and she decided she really wanted me to lie down so she could lie on my stomach. At that point, I realized my back really hurt. And damn, my dog is heavy. Oh, and the fact that my dog has a bed that she really doesn't need to give back anytime soon unlike the time she claimed my bed as her own. This bed is hers and she's happy about it. Wow, she's really spoiled.
The stories for the TrickC Hiatus Challenge are almost all up and ready to go. After class, I'll go home and fix everything and we can put them up in honour of Mr. Kirkpatrick (not to be confused with Mini Kirkpatrick). It'll be fun for everyone involved, except for maybe my computer. I think it's angry at me. [pouts] I treat Joey well. He should love me back. Bah.
[bounces]
Oh look! It's time for class.
And in honour of our other celebrity birthday, today's listening selections will be all Eminem, all the time. Woo! Angry, white boy!