“I am Classic Rock Revisited. I revisit it every waking moment of my life because it has the spirit and the attitude and the fire and the middle finger. I am Rosa Parks with a Gibson guitar.”—Ted Nugent
focus on this history paper. i don’t know what to write. it’s about the book we had to read called A Rumor of War. we have to compare and contrast the character from the beginning and the end. then we have to discuss some other stuff and explain how the character viewed the Vietnamese and his experiences in battle, etc.
my mind has come to a complete blank. i read the book. i understand it, for the most part. so it shouldn’t be so hard. i have to remind myself about certain parts in the book because i forgot them, and then once i do that this should go smoothly. except, i can’t think of how to express in words what i want to say about the character. everything i come up with sounds the same as before.
i should just keep away from the internet and other distractions. alright, i’m gonna try this again.
Strangers in dreams can be very puzzling. Most often they are simply displaced persons and images that are drawn from the list of persons we know by face and name (sometimes they represent our own anima or animus). Strangers can reveal a tremendous amount of information about how we are experiencing the world. Different theorists have offered numerous explanations of who these characters are and how they worked into our psyches. Organizing the cast list is a useful endeavor for interpreting any dream.
These are strangers of the same gender as the dreamer who possess the negative attributes of the dreamer. Most often, these negatives are presented in extremes. It is a very useful situation for understanding ourselves. Each of us has negative traits which we try to cover-up in our public life. Sometimes, we may even develop denial defenses in our egos to refute that we have downsides to our personality. These shadow strangers appear in our dreams to show us our weaknesses.
and i think i might just major in chemistry. i liked it in high school, so I’ll take a class in it again and see if i really like it. I’ll talk to the counselor about it too to discuss the classes i have to take for it. i met someone on Wednesday who was majoring in it and she said its fun. the only thing she doesn’t like about it is that she hates math and has to take a calculus class. i like math though, so i think i will be fine. if anything, I’ll just major in forensic anthropology or something environmental. I’m just going to get this GE crap done with and then ill have to make my real decision. we will seeeeeeeeeee.
I wish i could sing! I’m so horrible at it, it’s embarrassing. Ha, I only really sing if i’m alone in the house; if i’m in the shower and if I’m alone in the house; or if i’m in the shower and my music is playing so loud that you can’t hear me. Then other times i’ll only sing in a goofy, non-serious way if other people around.
Oh man, it’s so bad. Those who are lucky enough to have an amazing singing voice should flaunt it as much as possible. Well, not in a conceited way because that will just make people like me feel even more crummy. They should just appreciate it because it’s a beautiful gift!
She said it’s cold It feels like Independence Day And I can’t break away from this parade But there’s got to be an opening Somewhere here in front of me Through this maze of ugliness and greed And I seen the sun up ahead At the county line bridge Sayin’ all there’s good and nothingness is dead We’ll run until she’s out of breath She ran until there’s nothin’ left She hit the end-it’s just her window ledge
Hey, come on try a little Nothing is forever There’s got to be something better than In the middle But me & Cinderella We put it all together We can drive it home With one headlight
Man, I think I’m gonna buy myself a Rolls Maybe a Chevrolet One where I can pull that top down Just let my radio play Now I’m headin’ out on that highway I’m goin’ right out of state Now I ain’t lookin’ back until I’m gone Right through heaven’s gates
Well she was an American girl Raised on promises She couldn’t help thinkin’ that there Was a little more to life Somewhere else After all it was a great big world With lots of places to run to Yeah, and if she had to die Tryin’ she Had one little promise she was gonna keep…
I’m supposed to be writing my last out of class English paper. All I want to do is listen to music or watch TV. I’m SO lazy, I know. What can i do. I’m behind on some other homework too. Fml. This weekend is going to be so lame. I have so much to do. I need to stop putting off things. That’s how I get into these disorganized/stressful situations with school stuff. I don’t think I’m meant to be a college student.
With a handful of deadlines to meet and a great deal of backwork to make up, the urge to procrastinate may be too strong to ignore. Perhaps you should take a break from the labor, and make a trip to a lake or hot springs. The rejuvenating force of water will set you right.
You’re totally chatty and seeking companionship, so turn beauty chores into social pursuits. Meet a friend for manicures instead of clipping your nails at home or try a class at the gym instead of putting on earphones and hitting the treadmill.