As of now, I would like to do something near the equivalent of plopping myself beyond the hand-rail so rarely crossed at Niagara Falls. I currently have something of the mono-esque type that is to be determined by undeterminable symptoms and mental crazes of inexplicable nature. My insides are running while my outsides shout, "shut up and go to sleep." I guess this is weird; outsides don't really shout, unless it comes from my mouth, which is isn't, because I don't feel like talking much. Of course I am all about great timing. I have an internship to go to tomorrow with high hopes and greater expectations by the staff of the company. Did I mention a job and social life that I cannot have? Each time I take the train to anywhere, my mind shuts down, Zombie Katie comes out, and I am physically and mentally befuddled on some cross street near Michigan Avenue. Really though, you should check out the serious glaze that comes across my eyes when I start to want to eat humans. That only happens after specific train rides, though-not to worry.
I'm surprised that I am even writing this now. I remain in this oddish state where I'm so jingly jangly to do things but am so overdone mental-wise that I end up doing a smart load of...nothing. Except of course...eating. I only eat Cheerios now, but the thing is, I'm hungry. But, hunger, nausea, confusion, and a swollen thyroid are quite unable to exist harmoniously within my stupid stomach. Yeah, I called you stupid, you stupid stomach. Please, someone give me a cold or cough. Well, only if I can give you this in exchange. Deal? Deal.
Anger. This is what I feel when I realize that I will be missing my first class at The Second City today. Why (7x)? I didn't even bother to put in commas. I've said it seven times and you'll have to follow this like the repeating chorus it is. I care no longer. Even my syntactical structure is suffering.I do oddly wish my mind would explode so that I could pull a quick Spongebob as I simply remove my old brain and insert another. Actually, he lost his to Plankton, so, this doesn't even really apply. This sounds doable. Done. I wonder how long I'll be banana-rollin' in my bed. I'll keep tabs. Sounds like a counting game to me.
Out.
I'm surprised that I am even writing this now. I remain in this oddish state where I'm so jingly jangly to do things but am so overdone mental-wise that I end up doing a smart load of...nothing. Except of course...eating. I only eat Cheerios now, but the thing is, I'm hungry. But, hunger, nausea, confusion, and a swollen thyroid are quite unable to exist harmoniously within my stupid stomach. Yeah, I called you stupid, you stupid stomach. Please, someone give me a cold or cough. Well, only if I can give you this in exchange. Deal? Deal.
Anger. This is what I feel when I realize that I will be missing my first class at The Second City today. Why (7x)? I didn't even bother to put in commas. I've said it seven times and you'll have to follow this like the repeating chorus it is. I care no longer. Even my syntactical structure is suffering.I do oddly wish my mind would explode so that I could pull a quick Spongebob as I simply remove my old brain and insert another. Actually, he lost his to Plankton, so, this doesn't even really apply. This sounds doable. Done. I wonder how long I'll be banana-rollin' in my bed. I'll keep tabs. Sounds like a counting game to me.
Out.
