So, what's in the news, huh? *Looks at newspaper* Uh, let's move on.
I finished a story I've been writing for over nine months. It's 43 pages long. I have to break it into parts just to print it, as it exceeds the lab's printing limit. I'm probably never going to be done with it, though. Always finding typos and plot holes. Like how the big brain leaves the Earth for no raisin. My roommate looks the huge stack of paper and says, "What are you going to do with this?" Damnit, man! Let me have my moment of accomplishment before you bring me back down to Earth when I have to say "Uh... Have it?" I mean I really don't think these things through before starting all of my projects. How often do I play chess, much less play chess with a shoddily whittled set? In case you haven't heard, I'm making one of those, too.
I hate the amount of time I will have to put into naming my kids. I was going to name my first child Luke, till I realized people would call him Lick. Lick Dickinson. That's not cool. Come on. I have to think like a middle schooler (more than normal) in order to head any mean nicknames at the pass.
|I hate that cliche!|
I can't imagine how they justify the obvious sexualization their daughters went through. My daughter's not going to know she has boobs till she's 18, and that's only because of health classes the public school system (let's admit it, I'm going to be a teacher: no private school for my kids) forces on her. I know some girls that had their mothers go to Victoria Secret with them to buy bras. Nope. I'm buying all of my daughter's bras in 20 packs at Wal-Mart, the same way I buy my socks. In addition to the "My daughter is growing frighteningly attractive" group, they'd be massively popular with the group that's just plain given up. You know, Twilight fans.
This is rambling and everything but I still have half an hour to go in class. Ugh. I just died a little thinking about that. I wish I wasn't such a prolific writer, and this many words would take a lot longer. Yeah, yeah, that's right I just brag-complained.
Well, class is done, and I finished our little activity to check to see if we were listening first. So, you know, LIKE A BOSS
He's been blastin' and laughin so long that even his ma'ma thinks that his mind is gone,