It's 00:38 by the clock on my computer. I'm meant to be doing my psychology coursework (due in tomorrow), but my tutor neglected to inform us of the fact that there's a 2000 word limit. My coursework is about 5000. I can't believe this.
I'm going to have such bad bags under my eyes tomorrow, too. lol
happeninfish wrote:Technically, no. I forget why but I assure you it's not. Ask my dad the physics doctorate guy.
I think I may have thought of something...
The keys that I pressed are random, but when the keys are pressed, there is an assigned number for each key. The order and selection of keys pressed was random, but the digits were planned the moment my finger hit each key.
i just finished an assignment which is 32 pages long it's not all essay writing but it was still a lot of writing. Part of it is an essay though. It took me way too long to do. I didn't think i'd ever finish it. I'm glad it's done. Just one more assignment to do
I am starting a campaign to get Alkaline Trio on the radio here in Detroit. I am telling everyone I know to request "We've Had Enough" tomorrow at 7:30. Hopefully if all goes to plan, I can get Alkaline Trio on regular rotation here, which would be great. I would be doing street team shit without the annoying email. If you wanna help the cause or something, and don't mind calling very long distance, the number is (313) 298-7999 or...I don't remember the Canadian number. Go to www.89xradio.com if you want to help me out. Thanks.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown