I'm still writing this horrible paper. I hate difficult stuff. I feel like I'm trying to stuff a volleyball into a pail that's just a bit too small...so I push the volleyball in, and I think it's in the pail, but it's not, and the rubberyness of the volleyball just sort of pushes the ball out of the pail quickly, and it flies out and hits me in the head. I hate RPGs too. I have maybe 4 pictures...one of my dog, a few of my girlfriend, and I think one of my mom somewhere.
Brain get bigger, make paper go away...a TA told me my prose is "turgid", which is synonymous with "tumid", which is another word to describe being a guy who is aroused, which I think is funny right now, but anyways, it means my writing's bloated and not easy to understand, which is a good criticism. I wonder if I'd be easier to understand if I had to argue my topic with a TA, I dunno. Heheh, I wish the TA had written "tumid", that would've been fucking dope. 11.5 by 8.5 inches of tumid paper-y love, that's me.
Stun