I really don't think I can pull much more out of my butt, and that's the truth.
Here's the thing: usually I can ramble on and on in that class until it makes sense. So I figured I could do it again. And what did life decide to say? BAH not this time! Well...thanks for that. This time my paper is freakishly short...so I'm either really concise or I have nothing to say (and no idea what is going on).
Both are potentially correct answers. But this is a rough draft (rough draft my ass...I think you like to torture us. And yes, I know I'll appreciate this after spring break, but up until then I'm lamenting the fact that MoPro exists) and boy is it rough. Shitty first drafts, yo! And it definitely fits the shitty-first-drafts criteria. None of the sections fit the length requirements - and probably not the content requirements for that matter (insert bitter laugh here) - and I really don't care. Because at least I'm doing it. And I can figure out what I did wrong or just chose to not do...hahahaaaa.
So here I am, staring at my computer, drinking peach tea (yay Snapple!), being confused about boys, dragging my brain along up until spring break, and totally not focusing on MoPro. This point in my life is called keep-going-until-you-get-to-spring-break and God only knows that's all I know how to do at this point.
Time to get back to hell MoPro Part IV hell.
Good luck with the last three days :)
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