Deep in the depths of writing an AMAZING paper, my mind went on its own little vacation and this nonsense is what came out:
"This whole paper is not very green if you ask me. The fact that my computer has been plugged in nonstop to an outlet, the fact that I have to drive somewhere else to get away from distractions just to write this stupid paper. I am so confused. I do not understand why there are such strict word requirements for a stupid required English class that I am going to pass even if I write the shittiest essay known to man. So awesome right?!?!?!
If I was asked to write a paper about how I feel about writing papers, I think I would definitely be able to meet the word requirements. In fact, I would be able to surpass the requirement, easy. Writing about things you do not care about is the biggest waste of my self discipline. I can do it, I just would rather use the energy for something else, you know, like reading about something I actually care about, or maybe writing a poem, a very long, accurate poem of how I am feeling in this moment, while thinking about how much I do not enjoy writing papers."
So there you have it, the wanderings of my scary mind. My mind that is actually decent at writing things. With words.
Weird. I know.
