Uh oh... No more play time. Week 6 is full of assignments to be due. I am such a blur cock. Starting of week 5 already, then I see that week 6 is like - complete madness.

Wahhhh I'm gonna save time and not put contacts & makeup for school again! I will just go get my hair cut. And time to buy like gym wear for school or something. I have two (three?) more months of school left. I am not confident about making a film for which the script is just getting written. But then I have up to week 15 to hand in this film, and now it's week 5. God, I'm such an amateur. Which is why I actually wanted the director of photography role more than the director role this sem. But as luck would have it... And goodness, how much essay writing do I have to do. Inclusive of my internship. Obviously, I enjoy writing and the creative process. But now the work is full on yeah. Oh dear God, help me survive. Help me to actually be happy to deal with these semester-ly things. OH DEAR GOD, I WILL SURVIVE! BOY O BOY, WILL I BE PUTTING UP A GRAND STRUGGLE NOW! STOOPID MOUNTAINOUS CRAP OF WORK, YOU WILL DIE UNDER MY FEET.

:x

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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

by Emily Dickinson

This is what I could write an essay on for Introduction to Literary Studies. Golly.

How public like a frog? Ahhh I get it! I was wondering how is a frog public anyway. A croaking frog is public, I guess!

My my, what a poem. A person only dares to say this sort of thing in a poem.

I would love to talk about this sort of thing among friends. So interesting.

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The Road Not Taken
written by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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I have just applied to graduate ~~~~ !