Why am I always writing an essay

The Morning Scene

wwwoooooooowww *pulls blankets over face* wwwwwooooooowww *hurls alarm clock at window* *window breaks* *cold air enters* wwwwoooooowww *is very cold* *doesn’t want to get up* *falls out of bed* wwwwoooowww.*exit thatgirlwhoalwayssmiles*

Did you enjoy my play? I’m guessing by the abundance of roses being chucked at me that you did. O THX UR SO SWEET.

Wow, I’m actually becoming a college maniac I think. The transformation is nearly complete. But really, I’ve just been working myself to the bone for the past few weeks. Waking up early, going to school till the afternoon, working till night and then somehow a miracle washes over my life and gives me enough energy to write another essay. How? Magic.

Luckily today is my last day of classes and working for the week! Then I get to host Thanksgiving once again 😀 I hope my mom makes even more food than she did last year. She always says that if she makes too much, people won’t eat it. Um hello, have you met your daughter? No? Alright.

I’m in the computer lab at school as per usual because I was racing against the clock to finish an essay 40 minutes before class. Typical me. Then I realized that my class actually didn’t start for another hour, so I sat here for a while, some people stared at me, I stared back to establish that I was the weirder one, and then I thought, ‘Hey, wordpress.’ And now I am here. I just held in a sneeze woah that was a weird sensation.

BRB FIRE ALARM IS GOING OFF LOVE YOU BYE

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