Damn shit hell, is it the tenth of March already? Color me bamboozled (which is a fine blend of orange-red, delicate, with touches of umbers and rusts... there's no doubt a Crayola crayon that could indicate to you its exact nuances).
Late to class today, and unprepared. Aaah! Spring break took a lot out of me, which is opposite of what it is supposed to do, but I'm not so much in support of these long breaks anyways, I don't see why we can't just keep classing it up, my momentum was going and everything and then just, stop.
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See how that interrupted the whole flow of what I was doing? And it was uncomfortable? Yup, that's pretty much what spring break was like.
Liked warm-ups though, got me awake, yaaay, and the packet was good, although I felt a bit annoyed by the "voice"... it just seemed so stilted, a tremendously failed attempt at "Elizabethan conversational" which was just overwrought and laborious. The information contained therein, however, if you could crack that ugly shell, was delicious like the meat of a nut. Yum yum. I'd say something about creamy protein, but following so fast after meat and nut, you'd all get ideas in your head, and I wouldn't want to spoil your dinners.
Sooooo... excited about my old friend Bill Shakes, I think this project will be lots o' fun, and I look forward to it with kid-in-a-candy-shop eyes. Those bulging ones with the slight tear-drop of joy ringing down to the bottom and glistening, and then the bottom lid twitching a little in the intimations of juvenile ecstasy. Let's get at it! Hi-ho Shakespeare, away!!
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