Sta.sh
The Joys of My writing Process
by ~Numb-AngelMaybe I should bash my head on the wall than a thought for this damn essay thing will come to my mind. I knew 11th grade wasn’t going to be easy but I have no social life unless being best friends with your computer and printer is a “life” now. By now the computer screen is sick of seeing my face and me its. The keys almost want to scream as I type harder and harder with each sentences I write as I get madder and madder as all I want to do at 2 am is sleep not write a “funny” essay. How can I be funny when half of my brain wants to fall back into the cocoon of the warm bed and the other half wonders if there is and edible leftovers in the refrigerator? Than I do everything possible to put off the writing of the essay take out the trash at 2 in the morning, feed the fish or actually check if those leftover are edible and clean out the frig accordingly. How hard could it be to just sit down in one place for an hour or tow to write an essay? Heard as hell. The bashing of my head to the wall did not help at all and the frigid is now clean but I still have a half a page or more to write. My mind drifts to the end of through universe and back but it doesn’t even brush over the assignment write in fount of me. I think about how I need a new toothbrush, that my hair smells extra nice and how I really need to get more sleep. I take a deep breath but all I can think of the silence slowly killing my mind and I drift in and out of conciseness in front of the computer screen. I tap the keys a little more until my face falls forward hitting the glass desk with a ‘Plunk’. “People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones” but what about people with glass desks? Should they not stay up past 3 am doing their English homework? As the burses forms on my head I know it will be another all nighter or at lest another night of me just nodding off hitting my head on the desk and than repeating the process all over again until my alarm clock goes off telling me its time for another wonderful day of school.
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really nice... i had to do this one essay written in first person as if i was a drummer boy. i found two problems with this:
1. not a guy
2. they don't let minors join the army
needless to say i bombed it... still trying to scrounge up an A
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pyro-pain
The world chewed me up and spat me out, apparently I was too bitter for its tastes.
Proud Little Sister Of Scaredy-Puppy
Proud Older Sister of Tsukiko1313
thank you for reading and adding it
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Youre always looking
What a pity you never quite manage to see
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pyro-pain
The world chewed me up and spat me out, apparently I was too bitter for its tastes.
Proud Little Sister Of Scaredy-Puppy
Proud Older Sister of Tsukiko1313
hey, im best friends with my computer! lol...yah, not really a good thing.
i hate the constant essays i had to do at school. this is quite an interesting commentary on the actual process of trying to churn one out. reminded me of my essay writing days. made me laugh anyways... ^^
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"me? im easy to find. im always in one of two places: here. or somewhere else."
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Youre always looking
What a pity you never quite manage to see
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"me? im easy to find. im always in one of two places: here. or somewhere else."