In Which I, Daniel, attempt to analyze my life in a way comprehensible to others. In which you, a reader, read about my life and musings and, hopefully, laugh. That's about it for now.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
"And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times"
And if you're a showtunes freak you'll know exactly what show this is from. Chicago. Stop that judging if I'm up past like 11 I need it to focus. I know how strange. Whatever. I'm working on my last research paper of my high school career, and I need less than half a page more for it to meet the length requirement. Except I have nothing else to say. Sure there is plenty to analyze in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" and sure there is plenty of stuff to use, but I've found everything I think that really adds to my argument. And I've BSed the intro and conclusion paragraphs to about 2.5 pages between the two of them. Length reqs are so silly; if I'm done talking I'm done; I can't BS anymore!
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