February 2012
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Every night:
Me: Oye, I'm so tired I need to go to bed *snuggles into bed*
Body: I'm not comfy
Bed: Here let me add a spring in your side
Body: MAKE ME COMFY
Stomach: I'm hungry
Brain: Hey since you're up, lets contemplate the meaning of life
Me: *about 30 min later, finally comfy*
Brain: Hey remember that time in third grade when you...
Leg: Screw this , I'm going to sleep without you
Ear: WTF was that?!
Brain: It could be a robber, maybe a fire, maybe your mom fell, something broke, probably an emergency, but hey remember when..
Me: *an hour later, comfy again*
Bladder: Not so fast missy.
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Volume #22 Poem
itsbleach:
22. CONQUISTADORES character. ulquiorra cifer
我等の世界に意味など無く There is no meaning in our world,
そこに生きる我等にも意味など無い neither is there any meaning in us, the ones who live in it.
無意味な我等は世界を想 It is then meaningless
そこに意味は無いと知ることにすら for us, who are equally meaningless, to conceive the world in our thoughts
意味など無いというのに despite knowing there is no meaning to be found.
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I’ve been writing on a notebook for nearly 6 hours, my hand hurts, I feel sick, hungry, and I have not even begun writing my essay, the thing that will be graded later today and the reason I have spent all this time gathering useless knowledge. Is being a functioning member of society worth this aggravation? I’m beginning to wonder.
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And now, for my latest trick, I’m going to pull a 10-page essay on Small Business Development out of my ass. This may not sound like much, so in order to add an element of danger, I’m going to do this without any previous knowledge of the subject, no idea what kind of essay format my professor wants, and in less than 4 hours even though this is supposed to take a week. I might even...
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That awkward moment when you realize your glasses were on top of your head all along.
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Listening to “We Be Steady Mobbin” by Lil’ Wayne and pondering whether I should go to sleep and pull that essay out of my ass tomorrow… or just say fuck it.
Decisions, decisions.
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I feel like I’m trying to pull a rabbit out of my ass and someone forgot the lube.
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