A Countdown to G-Day: Day 37

I can't think right now so BLUBBER.

Sometimes random in neither funny nor entertaining.

A Countdown to G-Day: Days 35 and 36

I only have 4 normal school days left. SWEET JESUS THIS IS HAPPENING

Anyways, I've been busy being sick. Again. And school was suspended because of flood. Again.

I've been trying to get people to read my story. As usual.

I don't know why I'm writing this way. Typical.

Yes, I need to stop. Clearly.

Arggh. Obnoxiously.

A Countdown to G-Day: Days 33 and 34

So I spent these two days writing this story I posted on wattpad. Here it is: http://www.wattpad.com/story/4250362-the-ramblings-of-a-faded-woman 
I swear to God I'll make that link clickable when I could use html. 

Also, I just read that the term scientist was coined only on the year 1840. 
I wonder how they were addresed before that?
- "Look, madam, this person does science!"
- "I know what sciencers look like, George."
- "The science man is looking particularly cheery today."
- "Did you hear about that scientor? Man, the things people are capable of."
And so on.

A Countdown to G-Day: Day 32

I am in a spectacular mess.

I'm supposed to be doing my research paper, but my group mates didn't reply when I asked about it, so I guess that means that they're not doing it. Or whatever. I don't know.

I'd like to be able to say that I had fun, but that would be a lie, and an uninteresting one at that. I did enjoy being on-duty and watching the movie, though.

Which reminds me: Smiley. I've got to watch that. It sounds scary. Mmmmm.

Days 29, 30, 31

...I'm sorry.

I slept through 29 and 30. When I wasn't, I was preoccupied with obsessing over Les Miserables.
On 29, I had to finish an application for a dorm.
On 30, I had to make a scrapbook. A [I]fitness[/I] scrapbook.

Sorry.

So, random thoughts:

February 14, Valentine's Day. Otherwise known as the great day of hiding.

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I HAVE 13 DAYS LEFT OF HIGH SCHOOL OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS I mean I'm almost done with high school. I'm reasonably excited.

And sorry. sorry. sorry.

When did the caged bird forget to smile?

If there was a corresponding equation for everyone, then mine would be a perfect linear equation. However many numbers and variables it has will not make a difference as it will always, always end up being a graph of a straight line, nothing more, nothing less. Everyday will be the same and there won't be any significant change. This life will go on straight and I don't have a say on it.

Yeah.

I already just posted but I have this inner compulsion to erase what I just wrote and start over. But I won’t so I’ll just write.

A Countdown to G-Day: Days 26 and 27

Alright. So these are the reasons why I wasn't able to post yesterday:

* I rewatched Les Miserables, this time with a friend. I convinced her to watch it with me purely because I wanted to celebrate the gloriousness of Enjolras' hair. WHY OH WHY IS IT JUST A WIG BUT I STILL LOVE YOU ANYWAYS AARON TVEIT
* I was scrambling to find a place to stay in college. This and the aforementioned rewatching of Les Miserables took up the entire morning.
* I wrote two stories. One's still horribly short and, as of now, consists of two sentences and three jumbled words that am still wondering as to how it appeared in the draft. The other one is fairly decent but is still by no means ready to be posted. This was done in the afternoon.
* I was busy doing Chapter 4 of our research paper. If you didn't already know, writing chapter 4 is torture, more so if you're completely redoing it if you're first draft was rejected. That took up the whole night.

Okay then.

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As for today, nothing much happened except FOR THIS INCREDIBLY PAINFUL BACKACHE THAT HURTS WHENEVER I BEND, ROLL OVER, SLOUCH, STAND STRAIGHT, AND BASICALLY EVERY MOVEMENT THAT ENTAILS THE MOVING OF MY UPPER BODY. But no worries.