sometimes i never fail to amaze myself with the things i write,it's a long story.I also never fail to amaze myself at how lazy i am.So,i drag,so i pay for it by writing some darned journal at this ungodly hour.I figure academically, i'm only good on the outside,stinking rotten inside,like my essays.Gee,what a comforting thought.

I wish i didn't have to write almost 20 pages of nonsense.I wish I could smoke my way through this rubbish.I wish my brain wasn't so dead.I wish i can catch up on tutorials or lectures.I wish i have an inkling on how to start.If i could put a figure on how much i hate writing,it could run through infinity.Of course,when i look back at my past projects,i'm pretty darned impressed at the things i wrote,i think inspiration comes from last minute work.How true.

But when you have 12 journals to write,you don't have time for inspiration,you barely have to think.Rubbish,writing is about expressing ourselves in our truest and purest form,not looking out for grammar,sentence structure,bombastic vocab or some impressive quotes.However,I do that,because people look out for that.Sigh..what foolishness.

I know i'll get my brain back soon.Meanwhile,i'm writing awful things like 'E svc encounter was good.cos queue was short' I'm such a hypocritical writer.

I feel much better ranting,albeit something as trivial as essay writing.At least blogging doesn't kill my creative juices like essays do.I have 10 more journals to conquer,cross that.10 more hypocritical,stinking nonsense to produce.Now,i recall why i wasn't an art student earlier.