I want everything to be perfect again. I critique myself because I'm afraid you guys are gonna judge me and think something's wrong with me or I'm weird. Or I'm not like your family. Fuck again. Shitty, shitty, shitty essay.
The song in my head that is going through my mental psychosis is: Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells. But, however it's not the words of Jingle Bells. The song that I am singing is : Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, da, da, da,da ,da,da, da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da doo dey, hey (up an octave).
But for those who don't know the song: Robin laid an egg, The batmobile lost it's wheel and the Joker got a way, hey (up an octave). I'm bored, what to do, what to do.
I love my chihuahua very much she means the world to me.
I'm getting tired but I still have a lot of oomphh in me. I still need to blog my shitty essay, fix up Fermina's school Activity papers, find a picture for my Drama 41-Make-up for Theatre class, get work stuff ready, maybe, get other things ready, get internet things ready. Get something else ready. Take a shower and hopefully be done for the night. Amen
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Haha! This is funny! Total writing process of the first shitty draft all frazzle and disjointed. Here and there. I know that version of the jingle bell song. Well, my suggestion is try to think of what you want to show others and what you can't figure out so we can try to help you find that meaning or at make an attempt. Congrats! On your first shitty draft because you totally got what a shitty draft is suppose to be.
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