Aleksy Altercation.

Ah.

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Ahhhhhhhh!

I don’t want to write my paper. It’s a theme, which will be entitled, “Why Communism Sucks”. I can be so intelligent sometimes. Its too bad that bravado can actually be convincing, since I only picked that topic to sound smart, only to learn that the paper is due a day later. Stare. Drool. Sigh. I know what Communism IS, but I don’t know the intricacies of it. Blaaaaah.

Sometimes I miss wandering around the house, a glassy-eyed human butt wipe who shuffles from computer to couch to refrigerator. That’s not true, but it’s times like these where I my will falters and I sigh, metaphorically glancing over my shoulder. It is nice to assimilate into a system though. You know, feel like you belong. Morph into a niche. Conform. That’s blasphemy, but a truth none the less. They don’t call the vast majority of the world sheep for nothing. I guess I’m really NOT above the rest. Hmph.

I think my plan to join the FBI is going to work. I’ve got a lot work to do, but right now it seems like it’s a good direction to shoot for. Right after I write the Next Great American Novel and become a Rock Goddess.

Sigh.