Я люблю американский шоколад
Oh, oh, oh! So I'm updating my profile? I think I am. I thought it was time to, but now I've realized I have nothing new to say, so I'm rambling to try and take your attention away from it. Also, so my profile doesn't look completely barren, I've decided to leave my old little proverb up. Because it's funny. I think so, at least. I read it and laugh. That's most definitely enough for me. Yeppers. Alrighty then. Okie.
Yeah, okie. So, I don't know why I've started to have trouble writing essays since I've gotten to college. I was so good at it in high school, but now it's like, yeah, I dun wanna do it. Yeah, so, yesterday I get back from class at three and I'm like, "Okay, I'm going to do my essay right this moment," so I start up my computer and hover my mouse over Microsoft Word, but then I think, "Wait, I need some music," so I open up imeem and pick a playlist. Then I start to go back to the aforementioned Word, but then I think, "Wait, this playlist only has twenty songs on it! How barbaric!" So then I think, "I should add some Russian music." So then I start searching for Russian music, but I can't remember any song names so I have to go way way back into my old papers to this culture handout my Russian teacher had given me. When I finally find that and get the names, I'm like, "Okay!" But it doesn't work out so well because people transliterate alphabets differently, and I couldn't find anything with the Latin alphabet, so I had to search for things in Russian, which is a pain in the ass because I'm not so familiar with the Russian keyboard so it takes forever to type out. Anyway, so I add those songs, and then once that's done, I'm like, "Hmm, I'm hungry." So I go out to get food, and then on the way I have to check my mailbox (to find that no one sent me anything) and then I'm like, "Oh yeah! Essay!" because it's like six o'clock now. So I get back and I'm like, "Hmm, I'm tired." So I lay down and take a nap. And of course, through all this, some GINORMOUS volleyball game is going on RIGHT outside my window, but it's too hot to close it so I have to listen to people having great amounts of fun without me. But in the end it's good because the volleyball game keeps me awake, and then my mom calls me and keeps me awake even more, so I'm like, "Screw it! I'll just write the damn thing!" So I do.
Then I watched the Blair Witch Project for the first time, and I don't care what people say--that scared the sh out of me!
Just so you know: Reviews are like Vitamin C. You can never have too much.
If you don't get enough, you end up with scurvy.
And that's just nasty.
P.S. I'm glad the bar thingies are working for me now.
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